December 22, 2005
When Our Love Passed Out On The Couch.
I got up at 7am. Total midnight darkness. After breakfast I went down to the workshop to carve a sign , nay , a MARQUEE , for the trail that mine own mother cut into the forest.
Named of course for Baby Gus , the pride of the family. He now has seven teeth. Seven REAL teeth. More than me..More than Dad.
I chopped wood for three hours. My firewood stack is a towering thing of beauty. My hands are filthy. I am covered in wool and there is an endless stream of Earl Grey being guzzled.
My brother just called my Mom a bitch. It was over a Scrabble argument.
Posted by Cali at December 22, 2005 11:54 PMComments