It’s been a cold weekend. Right now it’s a balmy 0° F (-17° C). The only nice thing about these cold days is no on looks askance if you walk around looking like a thug in a crime sketch.

Elise has been going to ice-skating lessons. After the first class Elise confided to Jeannie that she had been frightened the ice would crack and that she would fall into the water and drown. Even with that fear in her mind, she got out there on the ice and followed directions and kept working on her skating and falling skills. Daddy’s little girl is a real trooper. We’ve since reassured her that there is no way she’ll drown at the local ice arena as the ice is just inches thick. I think she felt a little less trepidation about yesterday’s lesson.

Since I’ve been on a journey down memory lane recently, I thought I would post a picture from my high school year book of me. (Sorry about the low quality.) It’s really one of my favorite pictures of myself ever. Where did all that hair go?