I wasn't going to show anybody this picture. I mean, his head looks like an egg! I've told you I've hoped doing drawings might help relationship with family members--but they probably wish I'd hurry up and get better with my art.
This picture is drawn from the winter Grampa and Grandma were still alive and living nextdoor. Keima "built his igloo" by piling snow against their front yard wall. Here he is getting ready to hurl a snow missile in defense of his ice castle.
Even with chattering teeth and frozen fingertips, back in the days when my children were small, as in this "egghead picture--winter brought snowball fights, tobogganing, and skiing. I used to hear talk of loving the winter season best for the bracing cold.
With "Global Warming" and with all the modern conveniences assuring comfortable surrounding, the harsh cold can be left outside, and is it just me, or does it seem like people have gotten softer, weaker? I used to wonder what it meant that God would want us to be hot OR cold, and I think I might be wrong, but I have an idea.
