We're not in New York. Today, in Shiloh and Jerusalem it was so warm that you barely needed a jacket. I went to the dentist, and my husband stayed with my father. When they took a walk, my husband didn't wear a jacket. My father did, but he didn't wear one in the house. Yes, we've been heating the house! It's just that at 89, my father feels chilled even in the summer.
My father and I just got off the phone with my mother. She's stuck in the house; it's too cold and snowy to go out. Maybe the thought of the warmer winter here will help my mother speed up her plans.
In the meantime, tonight's movie is "West Side Story." That really kept my father's attention. Now I'll fold laundry to the special features.
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