Dec 7, 2001
Still struggling through this damn head cold. The weather here certainly has lifted my spirits—we had temperatures near 80 yesterday. Bright blue skies, warm sunshine and a nice breeze. Early yesterday morning a man came to our apartment with a load of firewood. He put it out on the porch, chatted with me for a little bit: ‘I live out on Dairyland Road. I remember when there were seven working dairies out there, but today there are only two. And the county wants to shut one of them down because a creek runs through his land. Anyway, I’m off to work for the state for a few hours. I work at the university installing multimedia classrooms. I’ve been delivering firewood mornings, on my lunch break and after work for 17 years.’ Erin and I have a nice, small fireplace, and since our heat doesn’t seem to work well in the night, we’ll be sitting in front of cozy fires this winter.
Little Anna and I are getting along quite well. While Erin is teaching Anna to crawl, I’m helping her to learn to walk. Earlier this week, Anna and I went to the park for a stroll. With Anna in her stroller, I gave her a leaf to play with. She loves to hold it in her hand and flick her wrist back and forth. When I turned my head, though, little Anna decided to taste the leaf. She coughed and gagged and choked, and while my heart rate raced up, I stuck my finger in her mouth an extracted a nickel-size bite of leaf. She rewarded me with a sigh—of relief, sure, but probably also of exasperation. ‘Dad, you should know babies like to put things in their mouths!’
Anton Zuiker ☄
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