The week before last it was cold here in the Heartland. I mean mind-numbing cold. It was so cold, I began to have serious thoughts about packing Scott and I up, along with Dad & Gary, and moving to the Holy Land. The Land of Milk and Honey. Of Gold and Silver. Of Gypsum. Of New Mexico. God’s country, it seems to me. A place I can’t wait to move to again.
And then I learned that had we dropped everything and gone to New Mexico last week… we’d have been in for colder weather than we were having here! I mean, come on! Minus 13 in Alamogordo and in Hobbs? Oh, my no. That is just NOT going to work.
It turns out my patience in waiting one week has been paid off… Thursday and Friday I walked the warm sunny streets of Omaha without jacket, in dress shirt (no tie), and am sweating! It’s gorgeous out there! Whyever would I want to leave this magnificent city? This land of Gold and Silver? Of Milk and Honey? This Holy Land?
Until the next time the temperature drops below zero, that is.
On The Road II 
You should consider moving to Texas. I mean your brother lives here and why not?
At least we don’t get that cold.
COME ON DOWN !
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Yeah… not so sure that’ll work, Jerry. I have to admit, some of the most wonderful people I know all live in Texas.
But, well… I like NM better. >8-}
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