My brother, Jeff, recently moved to a tiny town on the border of Canada, because apparently he was sick of sunshine and civilization. We’re going to visit him this Christmas so we’ll always be grateful for our mild Utah winters.
Jeff called today while he and his wife were on their way to spinning lessons. “Really?” I asked. “The town’s too small for a gym, so someone gives private spinning lessons?” But actually, they just bought a spinning wheel and now they’re learning to spin wool. I said, “Wait…do you have sheep?” He answered, “No, but it’s a good thing to have, you know, in case we ever get some sheep.”
I asked him how cold it would be when we came for Christmas, and he answered, “It will probably be in the -20s, but then it could also be as warm as 0, so definitely bring your swim suits.”
Since we’ll be so close to Canada, we decided to get passports for Liam and Eliza so we can cross the border to go ice skating on the
world’s biggest rink or spend a day in Montreal. But when I filled out the passport applications, I had to pick an eye color for Eliza. I don't think Eliza's eyes have made a final decision on color yet, but it's hard to tell which way they're going. Some days they're green; other days they're brown; sometimes they're even a little blue-ish.
What color would you have picked?




I went with gray.