One of my students who sits in a wheel chair turned up yesterday with great fur lined boots and heavy leggings. Last night as I sat in front of the fireplace warming my wheelchair foot plates (yes, your feet freeze on metal) and drinking some tea, I remembered my family who actually live where it is cold. In Houston, 40 degrees is cold enough for the fireplace. My nephew and his family in Alaska are enjoing snow so deep they had to scoop the snow away from their windows so they could see out. My grandson in Denver reported sitting in the hot tub out in a snowstorm. Wherever you are, keep warm. I’m dressing warmly today to check in with Artists in Action.
Artists in Action, our program for unemployed persons with disabilities who want to give back to the church, meets every Monday. They are in touch with their creativity, and make beautiful card creations for persons who are homebound or need cheer. Right now they have a request for over a hundred cards for a special church group, and they are having fun trying to meet a quota. I have lunch with them – a high point for Monday. Monday is my least favorite day – when I make myself do book keeping and check requests and pick up after Sunday.