Cabin Fever

I once read a short story in Dr. Story's (yes my all time favorite professor was an English Prof. named Dr. Story) class at Hendrix about two women who lived in the Mountains somewhere and would get snowed in every winter. They would open their home up to stranded people and sometime during the long cold winter months they would get "cabin fever" - not to mention run out of food - and they would eat their guest or guests. I even wrote a paper on this story. If I knew who the author was or what it was called I would tell you, but I can't remember and I'm too lazy to go looking for it in my old stuff.



Anyway, I "get" cabin fever. I have not left my house since Monday. I have been with my two children 24/7 since Monday afternoon. I love my children and for some people that might seem like a good thing no big deal. But for me it is a long ass time. I want to get out of my house, and I want to get away from my children. I can't even get the two of them to stay in their rooms for an hour and watch a movie so I can have some quiet time. I am starting to feel my anxiety levels rise. I am losing my patience too quickly. Snow days suck.



For some reason my husband doesn't seem to understand that this might be a little bit of a long time to be cooped up and not be sick. He has left the house every day and gone to work, even driven to Parkersburg and back. He has interacted with other adults face to face, not on the phone or over the computer. I don't know it's kind of one of those things that if you aren't experiencing it you don't understand it, or you just don't realize it is going on.

I have been seriously reading again. My husband thinks I'm crazy the way I read. I read two, three, sometimes four books at a time. He doesn't understand how I can go back and forth between them. I don't know how I do it, I just do it.

I never finished the Gunslinger books by Stephen King so this summer I decided to go back to the beginning and read them all. I just finished reading "Wizard and Glass" tonight. I had put this one off for a couple of months because I knew the first time I read it I was a crying mess at the end. I just didn't want to get to that again so soon. I finally made myself sit down and start reading. I guess having two pre-schoolers running around at the climax of the story doesn't lend to crying uncontrollably. I teared up, but definitely did not have the waterworks from the past. So...now it's on to "Wolves of the Calla", and that will be the first of the series that I have not read.

I plan on starting "Child 44" tomorrow sometime. It is supposed to be very good. Not my usual type of book, but I'm trying to expand my genres.

I am also currently reading "The Hollow Hills" and "The Road". It is a wide variety of books. Maybe that is how I can read so many at one time.

I just love, love, love, love, LOVE to read. I would probably rather do that than almost anything else. I can't wait to get some bookshelves in my house so I can get out all my books again. I miss having my books out. I don't like the fact that I can't "get to them". It will happen...I just have to be patient.

Sitting in the quiet house, eating Doritos, drinking a Captain and Coke, and just chillin'.

Brad is in Arkansas for the weekend. He called me and was sitting in one of the bars on the riverfront. I am so jealous. I want to go to
Arkansas and play too!

He has a business meeting tomorrow with some folks in NLR and then he is going hunting with his buddies. They are going to get up at the butt crack of dawn, wade through some cold ass water up to their armpits and shoot at ducks.

I don't mind him going and hanging out with his friends. Everyone needs a weekend away with their friends now and then...and if he gets a duck...MMMMmmmm Mmmmm yummy! Speaking of ducks.. you know I can't post without putting up some new pictures. Soo...here are some pics from Christmas. All were taken in Stuttgart, Arkansas: The Rice and Duck Capital of the World. Also the town in which I grew up.