My journal of big words and pretty pictures
After a weekend of passing around the familial cold, pints of NyQuil, cartons of tissue, gallons of water and juice, Monday dawned bright and my cold had seeped into my chest. I woke up sounding like a barking seal. Spent most of the day emptying my tissue trash and heating water for chamomile tea. Tuesday … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Spring
Vast dunes of fine, powder snow dot the shore. A blinding sun shines, and a brisk wind blows in from the ocean. Held in a perpetual winter, temperatures in Espen Strande never rise high enough to melt off the continually amassing ice crystals. Divers are hired specifically to keep the harbor from icing over. Protected … Continue reading Cold Harbor
with being so cold all the time that... ~ you put your PJs in the dryer to get them toasty warm before putting them on. ~ when you buy socks it's not with fashion in mind, but rather 'will these keep my feet warm?' ~ you welcome night sweats brought on by peri-menopause. ~ your … Continue reading There is something wrong…
In the mornings, I pad around the house in thick wool socks. Shoes make my aching feet hurt all the more, the cold playing havoc with my arthritic joints. Flannel pants keep my legs warm long enough to make it to the living room couch where fleece blankets wait for me to wrap around my freezing … Continue reading Baby it’s cold outside
Thin spiral notebook 