Cold, cold, cold

It was 25 degrees at 7:00 this morning, according to our outdoor thermometer. My poor Pride of Madeira looks terrible. I hope it is going to make it. So far no frozen pipes (although I didn't actually check the outside ones this morning).

One of the neighbors on our block died on Saturday morning. She was 85 and had been very sick for a long time, with dialysis and lots of other procedures; she had been in a nursing home since Thanksgiving. That makes 2 deaths in six months on our block (and three in a year if you count the woman who owned the abandoned house at the end of the block; once she died her daughter moved in there, so now it is no longer abandoned). This woman's son has been living there taking care of her, but he also has a house somewhere else in Davis. Apparently he has not yet decided whether he will stay on our street or move back to his other house, and I don't know whether he would sell or rent the house on our street if he does move back.

We rented Rock 'n' Roll High School, featuring the Ramones, on Sunday night. We let the kids see the concert that they show in the movie. They like the Ramones. After that Owen wanted to rock out, although it is kind of hard to get too heavy on a nylon string guitar. He does seem to be enjoying playing, though. In addition to the Ramones, right now they are really into Surfin' USA.