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2007-01-12, 3:55 p.m.:
But what I really wanted for Christmas was Dracula's castle (i.e. Vlad the Impaler's original, um, summer residence. Real castle still in ruins - see here). Yes, it's for sale!

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2007-01-12, 9:52 a.m.:
I'm going to start describing myself as 'a know-it-all who is sometimes right' (this is someone's description of the Allie Fox character in The Mosquito Coast). It's perfect.

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2007-01-10, 2:58 p.m.:
Baby with croup. Check. Toddler with ear infection. Check. Cat with peritonitis/pancreatitis. Check. High winds, additional snow, loss of power for 12 hours, stranded by giant snowdrifts in yard/driveway. Check check check check.

The baby was so hot in the night (which found me in the library at 3AM, reading up on croup) that it felt as if his little feet were burning me.

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2006-12-28, 4:33 p.m.:
For Christmas I got: Veronica Mars season 1 on DVD! And two Drive-By Truckers albums. And three lightsabers (Obi-Wan EpIV, Darth Vader EpIV, Mace Windu EpIII) and a lightsaber wall mount (to be assembled). A book of black box recordings from airplane accidents and mishaps and tragedies. 'The Tao of Star Wars.' Coffee beans from no fewer than FOUR family members. A rough-glazed pot of assorted cacti from my Mom. A space pen! which I love. A sumo wrestler stencil and Sumo wrestler soap and homegrown dried lavender From my brother Michael. An Obi-Wan action figure and a Hagrid figure and a copy of 'Tin House' and a tiny scaled replica of the sword Green Destiny from 'Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon' from my sister V. It was a sweet thing to give gifts. There is much more to report. But right now I can't think straight cause it's already snowed another 5 inches today and threatens to keep going and everything is cancelled, which I love. Except that the delivery truck guy (whose delivery had to be turned down due to snow snow everywhere) has been stuck in our driveway since 2:00 p.m. and now it's 5:00 p.m. and I don't think the hot coffee I took out is going to hold him. It's as dark as a whiteout night can be. And no one will be getting in or out for awhile here.

At one point during our drive, I was writing in my travel journal (a little Moleskin) quite furiously as I believed I had come to understand the universe, or at least America, and I just had to get it down for posterity. I just re-read it all last night. But found no trace of it there - my brilliant revelations, my insight, my wisdom. So I guess I will keep plugging away at it.

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2006-12-25, 1:04 p.m.:
We got here. After three grueling days of road-tripping, about 12 hours in the car each day, and after Virginia, West Virginia, Kentucky, Indiana, Illinois, Missouri and Kansas. After staying in Unknown Town, West Virginia and then Concordia, Missouri. A driving-through tour of Mt. Vernon, Missouri, which I highly recommend. This is the Midwest like you didn't even know you'd forgotten. What a trip it was. We got more than we bargained for and I have to say I wouldn't take it back even to replace the hellish parts. I saw the hometowns of Bob Dole and Arlen Spectre and not one but TWO astronauts (all in Kansas). I saw little bunnies running away in a dark field between the highwayside motel and a big white clapboard house hidden on a hill in back of the motel. I ate scrambled eggs and hashbrowns and french toast sticks and drank hot hot coffee in a truckstop on Sunday morning, Christmas eve, and all the local townspeople kept coming in after church in their best threads. We got in at 11:30 p.m. last night after picking up the snowed-in car at the airport.

It's Christmas morning and there have been lightsabers and stick ponies and blow-up pirate swords and whole wheat English muffins with orange marmelade on top. And later we are going to have a Christmas quiche. I want to make a black olive and fresh tomato quiche with from-scratch crust. We ain't got no turkey and we ain't got no tree. We could really use a tree though I don't think I have an iota of energy to decorate it. For some reason I keep thinking back to Peter Taylor's story "The Old Forest" and I wish I had a copy to read. But I think I lost my only copy in some or another move.

In other news, we have SNOW.

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