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I drive a 2003 Ford Expedition with roughly 328,000 miles on it. I could probably use a new vehicle, but in my eyes it cranks, it goes into gear, and it takes me from home to work and back. The A/C isn’t so good but the heat is fine and since the temps this week are hovering around the teens that works for me too.
The year twenty eighteen is upon us. My gosh, did you ever think we would live this long?
Remember when you were 20? How about 18? Oh my gosh, really, did you ever think we would live this long?
By the time we visit in this space again Christmas will have come and gone. I was thinking about that last week on the drive in to work while listening to one of those radio stations that plays 24-hour Christmas music.
It was gone almost as fast as it came, but the snow last Friday was certainly a sight to behold. I’ve always enjoyed a good snow, perhaps it is because I was born on a frosty morn. My parents say that it was so cold on the day my mom went into labor the doors were frozen shut. Trouble from the very beginning, one might say.
You see, or hear, all sorts of warnings around this time of year. Things like don’t plug extension cords into space heaters or vice versa. Same with overloading circuits with Christmas tree lights and outside decorations and the like. Fire hazard they say.