You guys have to be getting sick of pictures of snow, so I thought I'd give you a break today. Here's Emil tonight just before we ate bean and cheese burritos for supper (filling and tasty, if I say so myself). Tomorrow afternoon he gets that mop chopped off. No — buzzed off — "Just like Grandpa Emil," he says. Fine by me. Baldy.

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This afternoon came the phone call we've been waiting for; the one that informs us there's a room open at the lodge for Grandma. She can move in about two weeks. I'll be telling her tomorrow. Then, the minute Karen and I are back from Kelowna, we'll probably be helping her get moved.

Grandma should be happy. She's been telling me she's tired of living alone.

Oh oh! The cat! I forgot about the cat! I said I'd take the damn cat when the time came. The hairy cat that I do not want in the house! Shee-it.

Don? You need a beautiful black cat, don't you?
Yes, I think so. Everyone who lives alone should have a nice cat.

I'll see if I can get a picture of him for you tomorrow.
Oh, he's a beaut.