Just the thought of snow makes me cold. Living in Arizona most of my life I haven't had to deal with it on a daily basis, just occasional visits years ago. Now I avoid it like a plague.
Here's a photo of two of my uncles at my great grandmother's house in Fowler, Kansas.
A photo of my grandparents' house in a nearby town.
I'm glad these are just pictures.
Just a couple of weeks ago friends and people I came across were complaining we hadn't had any cold weather and it's hard to get into the holiday spirit with shirt-sleeve weather.
Saturday, as we were shopping I heard complaints about the rain, over-and-over. One worker at the grocery store was ranting about why all these people were coming out in the rain to shop. Huh?
I guess his floors were getting messed up. Not to mention his attitude.
Whether it rains or shines, snows or blows,
our attitude is our own responsibility.
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I've been trying to decide where to go with this blog. I wasn't sure the memoir prompts were going anywhere. Until I got this comment from fellow writer, Mary:
Congratulations, Mary. And Thank you. I will be keeping the memoir prompts but they will be on Tuesdays with my "Remember When" posts. Other then that, I don't know. Stay tuned:
Seven Memoir Prompts:
How has a friend impacted your life in a small way?
Describe a restaurant you often went to as a child/teen.
Write about snow days.
How did you get to and from grade school and/or high school?
Describe something you consider beautiful.
Tell about overnight guests.
What is your favorite holiday movie?