safe and sound

(Meera got to open her gifts before we left.)

Safe and sound in rural Pennsylvania now. And glad to have internet access, even if it's only dial-up.

It's nice to be here at Corey's parents' place. Very cozy house, situated in an idyllic little valley. Rolling hills of grass, lots of trees, snow and snow and more snow. There are drawbacks, though. The house feels a bit like a Hobbit-hole, constructed for people much shorter than myself. The nearest anything is a half-hour drive away, through windy roads that don't appear on road maps.

Up late playing Euchre with Corey's dad last night. I lost big for a long time, but I'm getting the hang of it. We played a variation called "Buck", which was pretty cool. Maybe more tonight. I'm looking forward to some skeet shooting later, maybe. Corey's family is into hunting and shooting, so I usually get a chance to go after some big, nasty clay pigeons when I'm out here.

There's a cuckoo clock over my head as I write this, and it's really driving me crazy. I'm ready to rip it off the wall and use it as a clay pigeon. I'm vegetarian, you know, but I draw the line at clay pigeons and cuckoo clocks. They all deserve to die.

Speaking of death, the family room is an odd kind of place. It's too small to stuff more than eight or nine people in it, but I counted eleven dead animals on the walls. That's twenty-two eyes staring down on you while you watch television or read your book. <shudder>

Posted: Mon - December 22, 2003 at 03:13 PM

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