Literary Crushes/Grave Matters
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Happy New Year!
Big storm! Park closes early. No traction in my truck, unsafe to drive. One of the Rangers gives me a four-wheeled-drive ride home. Jodie and I walk in the woods. Snow is deep. Wind is howling. Dog is happy beyond happy.
"How 'bout throwin' some snowballs for me to chase? What's that? You want me to sit? You want me to sit in this cold white stuff?"
"Okay ... whatever. After all, you
one of my alpha males."