Lois Lowry's Blog
It is bitter, bitter cold in the Northeast, and my indomitable son just sent me a photo from his iPhone---he is skiing at Sunday River, where the temperature is in single digits, or even below zero. I emailed him back to PUT THOSE GLOVES ON! You never get over being a Mom.
Sunday River is 20 minutes from my house in Maine, where I hope the furnace is churning away. Nothing worse than frozen, burst pipes! We've been there, done that.
Pipes willing, weather willing, we will head up there for Christmas.
On January 10, 1919, it was 4 below zero in Maine, and there had been 10 inches of snow the day before. I only know this because of research for a book set there at that time. Imagine how much worse it was to be that cold, that snowy, in those days when heating was so much more iffy, and there were no snow blowers.