Thursday, January 1, 2009
The sled hill is calling me
It's been 10 days since I've been at the log cabin. I know it misses me. The birds miss me. The black squirrels miss me. The neighbor I wave to across the way misses me (though I'm sure they're still scratching their head saying why is that girl in the funny sheep pajamas always waving to us?) And the sled hill is calling to me - challenging me to bring my sled and come racing down its hill. In good time Mr. Sled Hill. I am slowly recovering from the flu (or maybe food poisoning!) and have moved up to chicken noodle soup. My strength is building. I am figuring out what my sled of choice will be - a dish slider or an inner tube. I'll let it be a surprise. But never fear, I will see you soon enough!