We sat by the fire last night and talked about how haunted this place is. How everything in here whispers to you. We told stories about things we had heard. Times we’ve been woken up in the night certain of something on the other side of the door. The dudes sipped whiskey with Dr. Pepper and threw logs on the fire while I had some chamomile and saged the southern wing of the house. They think I’m silly. The feeling is often mutual. However after all that talk of many things going bump in the night around here, things got very quiet. Not a creek, pop, bang or squeak all night long. As if the energies that be decided to give us a break. When I woke up Ophiuchus was in the window again. I laid there, wondering what the people who named this constellation saw. I see him as Jake “The Snake” … it’s fun to imagine him wrestling Perseus, Orion or Hercules. Splashing around in the stars, taming Hydra. Who would you like to see go head to head with Jake “The Snake” Roberts?
The mountains were covered in ice when I rolled out of bed. I brewed extra coffee and threw another log on the fire.
Day 47: Asparagus and swiss frittata with green onions, another perfect pear and potatoes that got too cold to eat.