Went Geocaching this weekend. (www.geocaching.com) We had cabin fever and needed to get out of the house. I chose a cache that was in a small town that my husband is very familiar with and even used to go to school there when he was little.

The cache was hidden in a cemetery on top of a hill. We walked all over the place peering at the GPS unit and comparing the readings until we finally found the container hidden in a cypress tree. We signed the log book and took out some AA batteries and left a Harry Potter marking pen in their place.

As we walked around the place, we noticed how many graves there were of very young children. It must have been so hard way back when before vaccinations. A child could die from Whooping Cough or measles just like that. There is so much we take for granted.

It’s still gray high fog here, and I was glad to hear my foul weather friend from the mountains say that even she is tired of clouds. We both love winter and weather. Rain, snow, wind…. You know, weather. But this….this is like a void. They say we will see the sun tomorrow maybe.
They say.

I have spent most of the day writing a story. It was inspired by a dream I had. A very unusual dream. And I have incorporated the weather and lots of current events from real life into it. I am continually amazed at this writing process. I feel like I am learning to pick ideas off every tree around me. Near, far, imaginary and real. I get to mix them up and put them where I want.

But of course the first born is miffed that I worked on something new rather than working on re-writing the novel. But I told her to go sit in the corner, and I would get to it this week. She’s not speaking to me right now. (Tyrant!)

I hope the sun is shining where you are. Because I am hoping there still IS a sun !

Tomorrow, Part 1 of the short story.