In deep freeze
We are in the deep freeze again. Minus 46 windchill. I couldn’t see outside the window in my workstation. It was all covered with frost.
I washed the children’s winter jackets. They smelled like pritong ulam. I forgot all about Ryland’s drawings. Every Saturday at church, he gets restless and so I let him draw on my little notebook. He then takes the pages of his drawings, folds them neatly and puts them in his jacket pocket. They were still there when I washed it. The pages were shredded into pieces. I told him about it now instead of waiting until the next time we go to church. He was ready to cry but I told him that I was sorry and that he can make new drawings. It went pretty well.