Dreamed I Was an Eskimo, Frozen Wind Began to Blow

Here is a picture of that closed down diner/campground I took on Labor Day in Cedar County.

After a weekend of lying around watching movies and sleeping and watching more movies, I finally feel like I've turned the corner on my illness. I think I may have even gone an entire hour without coughing.

I'm sure my girls look at my recovery as both a blessing and a curse. Now that I'm better, I can start driving them around to all the places they want to go, but I also remember to get on them about doing their chores. Stinky in particular, had to clean the crap out of her room. She spent hours in there today and when she was done, she had not only cleaned her room but totally rearranged it. Then she decided to decorate for the holidays. She got into my box of Christmas decorations and put up every strand of lights she could find all over her shelves and window sills. It seriously looks like Las Vegas in there right now. I'm afraid I'm going to have a seizure when I go to tuck her in tonight.

Speaking of the holidays, I know what both of the girls are getting me for Christmas. I always insist that they make my gift and since they both need my help, it's impossible to keep their gifts a secret from me. Stinky has a canvas all picked out, she's collecting reprints of all the old black and white photos I took of the girls over the years to make a collage and she's going to use the different colored ink I have to wash color over them. I'm excited to see how it turns out. Coadster is doing a similar project - she's making a DVD of herself reading some of her favorite poets and some of my favorite poets, with old photos and music in the background. I'm curious to see what kind of music she chooses. This week she's been listening to a lot of Sly and the Family Stone, so that could actually be kind of cool.

Promise you won't slap me, but I've been kind of wishing for a snowstorm. A big one. The kind that comes down in huge flakes and makes perfect snowballs. I want it to take over and slow everything down and insulate the cold hard concrete so the whole world seems like a Hollywood soundstage and you can hear your voice echo off the walls of all the buildings. Is that so wrong?