Dec. 20 is a significant day in our family. Every year I'm always glad when it has ended---safely for all we know and love. As I mentioned yesterday, this is the 24th anniversary of the day we watched our house burn down. As I read the front page of today's paper, detailing all the disasters, including two devastating fires--one the Idaho Club Lodge, the other a home north of Sandpoint--memories of our own catastrophe were all the more vivid. Knowing the community, however, the hands of generosity will be busy. An understatement! Since our fire, this day continues to make me nervous. Five years ago today, Willie rolled his grandfather's pickup after driving it for less than two miles. It was just a month after Harold had died. Willie and his grandmother worked out a deal for him to purchase the pickup, which needed snow tires/Marianne Love, Slight Detour. More here.

Question: Is there a day of the year that you dread?