A Cabin North of Duluth

So obviously I'm in a silly mood. I'll make some nice captions next time.
Christmas is over, wheh!  But it was really nice.I honestly enjoyed it this year. 
I gained 5 pounds in one week -I am not happy about that, but I was out
cross-country skiing today, and I was at the health club for an hour and a half.
It's a setback, but I'm getting in shape -what really scares me is bulking out. 
God, I hope not.  I applied for a part-time job and interviewed for another. 
The interview went extremely well, so let's hope.

You would not believe how beautiful it is outside today - there was ice on the
trees, and fresh white snow covering everything, clear blue skies, ice crystals
in the air -it was breathtaking.  Cross Country Skiing when is 10 deg or so
sounds psychotic until you try it.  I sort of agree with Stacy Wilderness when
she says she welcomes Winter. If  you could just turn it off,when you were thru.

I did these top two captions for Heather69 at Rachels Haven - I can be a little
hard to understand sometimes (no, seriously) - so the second one was trying to
poke a little fun at myself for writing really ambiguous stuff that no normal person
could make heads or tails of. The third one is based on a comment Jennifer
made at this site about water balloons.  So be careful if you do leave a comment,
I may make a caption out of it.

So I had an idea today,and rather than think this thru, I'm just going to give it a try:

A Cabin, North of Duluth

By field reporter Stacy Wilderness

It’s Winter here, at the cabin north of Duluth.  It’s official, we celebrated

the Solistice with a drum circle,  with chimes, with friends.  Now we settle

in for the long, cold, dark  Winter nights.  Which is good, I like Winter. 

Let me rephrase that.  I welcome Winter.  I am a poet.  I accept Winter will

come, I prepare for Winter.  Winter, and dark and stormy nights.  A poet has 

needs – I need Winter.  It is here. Welcome.

My husband (there is still a tingle when I say that, but it is all ready day 13

of our honeymoon).  My husband comes home expecting dinner to be ready,

and hands me the fish he’s caught.  I like to cook, but  I am still learning. 

It pleases me when he compliments my cooking.  I hate to clean fish. 

Poets do not clean fish.  Not if we have a choice.  It is hard to rhyme

“silver and ebony in living impasto….” With “Fuck this!” 

I’m his wife, that’s why I do it.  “by the choices you make”, as they say.  

Poet or Wife, I choose Wife, the one who cleans the cold grey  fish

that stare at you in Death.

The wind has picked up.  You can hear it, but the cabin is not drafty. 

There is a fire going.  It is warm by the fire.  Dan, my husband is sitting

by the fire waiting.  He is waiting for me to finish the dishes.  “No left-overs

tonight!”, I think and giggle.  I don’t think Poet’s are supposed to giggle. 

In fact I’m sure they don’t. Poet’s are never happy.  

Maybe I’m not really a poet….

As a Special Feature, Transformative-Honeymoons recently hired field reporter

Stacy Wilderness to provide live action reporting of her honeymoon, which took

place Wednesday, December 15^th, at the Coppertop Church  (First United

Methodist) overlooking the lake in Duluth, MN.

PS- Hi Dara!  Hi Calie! as an ex-musician, I'm going to have to poke around some more
at your t-tunes site (caliesttunes.blogspot.com)

PPS-well I better start thinking about my "Happy New Year's" post, and yes, today's
post is very strange, even for me.