Wednesday, December 5, 2007

December 5, 2007

I left this morning while it was still dark.
After I got done scraping my car, I stood for a moment in the falling snow and looked around Dorothy's quiet cul-de-sac.
It was just, well... ahhh.

I came home today to freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.
The ugly, mushy, melty ones.
The best thing to ever happen to real butter.

It's the coldest it's been all year.
Amazing how warm it feels.

5 comments:

Cam said...

I love the snow, love it love it love it. Oh, hi, I found you from Maria's blog, I have been reading for awhile, just thought I would comment. Ok then...

Ms. Avarice said...

I'm glad you like snow. You can keep it! I prefer pictures.

Mme Benaut said...

What a lovely warm and mushy post, T. Looks like you are enjoying your stay at Dorothy's.
I had my fair share of doctors today (yesterday since it is nearly 3.00 am) but managed to convince them to let me go home instead of staying in the hospital overnight. Nice places to visit unless you are a patient. M.B treated me to a burger while we waited for the prescriptions to be filled so you can see a photo of me with my "boot" at ADP.

Maria said...

Oh, dear. I have been sitting around bitching my head off about this damn snow and then you go all fucking Emily Dickinson on me....

Terroni said...

Maria, is that what you heard? That I fucked Emily Dickinson? Because that's just a rumor.