It is sooo cold in western New York. We are freezing our noonies off. (For those, that is–unlike my cats–who haven’t already had them surgically removed.) We are fortunate to have a warm house, reliable vehicles, well-insulated pipes, and plenty of food.

When the wind whistles at my windows, and the edges of the door gather frost, and icicles hang from my eaves so long that they begin to evaporate into weird shapes like ice cubes left too long in the freezer, I think of the homeless with no safe haven to call home. I think of the poor who–even with plastic over their windows and lots of layers and dangerous space heaters–aren’t warm enough because their homes are old and leaky and uninsulated, and they are paying through the nose to send a good portion of their heating dollars into the attic and out through the roof.

This morning I am compelled to put a fraction of my good fortune toward those less fortunate. There are many worthy organizations that need assistance, but today I choose The Buffalo City Mission.






One response to “Brrr”

  1. Clifford Garstang Avatar

    Excellent new look on the blog, Mary!

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