Today

...is Pearl Harbor Day. When I mentioned this to Sparky he rather indignantly wanted to know why we celebrate a war starting. Uhm, so ... I explained that it was a 'remembrance' not a 'celebration.' I also told him that 65 years ago, his grandparents had been married just six months, and as soon as they heard the news from Hawaii, they knew Dad would be drafted. So he enlisted instead. He was fortunate enough to spend the war years Stateside because of his hearing loss. He worked on bombsight (bombsite? Totally oral history, sorry....not sure which is right) maintenance, making sure the guys dropping bombs out of planes were able to aim them accurately.

Here, in 2006, it is frigid outside. Did I drive Mr. Wonderful (a.k.a. Sparky) to the bus stop? Nope. My concession to the temperature was to put on my robe over my pajamas and dig my fluffy slippers out from under the bed. I don't have to be at work till noon, so I'm spending the morning as comfortably as I can. I dreamed this morning, right before I got up, that in spite of last night being the coldest night so far this winter (I think the low was about 4), by 10 a.m. the temperature was in the 60s. Clearly I was toasty warm in bed, and doing some major Wishful Dreaming! The good news is that the sun is shining its heart out, and it really is lovely to look at the snow and the sun outside.

Time to make some phone calls.