I was sitting in my log cabin, knitting a sweater for my 11-year old granddaughter, Lisa, when my youngest daughter and grandkid came busting in through the door, mortified that I had locked them out, and thankfully they had a key. My youngest daughter, Sue, said that she wanted hot cocoa badly and her daughter, Hanna, needed a place to play since all her friends were on vacation with Ms. Hubbared, their teacher.