Thursday, January 18, 9:25 am....twenty-four hours following my total left hip replacement...walking in my cabin kitchen!
Yesterday as we were driving to church, the sun was brilliant and the ice-covered trees and grasses appeared diamond-studded....an absolutely gorgeous January morning.
Just a little over a year ago, our grandchildren Krew (3 1/2) and his 2-year-old sister Juni moved to Middletown...a 7-minute drive from the cabin instead of a 45-minute one.
According to the Urban Dictionary (who needs Webster?!), the street definition of "pyromaniac":
A person who absolutely loves fire. The smell of smoke sends them into ecstasy. Lighting a candle and blowing it out and relighting it and blowing it out repeatedly, watching the smoke lightly twirl around in the air...watching a flame on a lighter flickering is fun and addicting, but watching a full piece of paper burn all the way to the bottom is complete elation.