Looking Out My Backdoor: I hope my poinsettia is still alive to this day

The day before I left Mexico I bought a poinsettia, my Christmas bush. I expected to celebrate Christmas in Mexico.

I certainly never expected to spend this Christmas in Glendive, Montana. I certainly never expected to sleep so many nights at a motel that I began to call it home. But when my daughter called for help, I took the next plane out of Mazatlan.

I certainly never expected to shiver and quake with cold several times a day while waiting for my car heater to warm me enough for me to quit huddling into myself. Ah, Montana winter.

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