Loca for home
New York has been cold not as chilly as I had anticipated and of course, everyone has the heat cranked up so high, my lips are cracking. But from home I get a missive from the dog walker and I instantly miss my zoo.
The world here is in a quandary – is this the great Depression?
Back home, I hear the weather turned, it’s cold and maybe a frost tonight – which means the plants on the back porch are unprotected. Mom said Loca was in the yard for an hour and a half, I said she is not allowed back there because she digs – “I forgot.”
Meanwhile, mom said a little boy came trying to sell wrapping paper but she shoo’ed him away and the next day a little girl came up on the porch but saw mom and left. I said they are my neighbors and they are bringing me the wrapping paper I ordered from Mignon’s school fundraiser. “Oh.”