January 9, 2009
Winter Daydreams
It’s winter in Wisconsin. Winter here equals snow, sleet, ice and salt. Yes, salt. For the roads, silly. And it’s cold outside. Dreadfully cold. Below zero temperatures. Are you shivering yet? Grab a blanket. Bundle up. Hat, mittens, boots, heavy coat. Baby, it’s cold outside.
A smart person would avoid all this freezing weather and take a vacation. Bahamas? Acapulco? Take your pick. Me? I’m dreaming of a long stay on a deserted island. (You know, because I haven’t got the money to fly south for the winter.)

(Photo by Aaron Escobar)
Oh, what a wonderful thought. No whining children. No demands for juice and cookies. No chores. No one making a mess that I’ll have to clean up. No crazy people. Well, other than me, I mean. No television. No internet. Wait! No internet? Okay. No internet.

(photo by StGrundy)
Just me on a sandy beach surrounded by warm water. I can picture myself sitting under a coconut tree, reading all the books that are piled up next to my night stand — with no interruptions.
Or, I could bring a journal and just write. Write like I used to, on actual paper, with a pencil.
Ooh. I could sleep all day and no one would disturb me to ask ridiculous questions.
And I could swim in the ocean for as long as I wanted, without worrying about children drowning because there are no children on my island.
And I could wear my swimming suit without a shirt over it, because no one else is on my sandy beach. Hell, I could even swim in the buff. I haven’t done that since high school.
Sounds perfect doesn’t it? I can almost feel the warm breeze on my face.
Oh, wait. That’s just the furnace kicking on.
Yeah… It’s cold in Wisconsin.
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