Friday, November 6, 2015

Where has all the Sunshine Gone?

Dear Diary,

I don't remember the last time I've seen the sun.  I'm so cold I had to buy a hat and there was only this Scandinavian version . . . I ate eleven kinds of lefsa, last night.  Spellcheck doesn't even recognize 'lefsa' as a word.  All I hear on the radio is tips on shooting Bambi.  OMG, I ate Bambi!  Twice!  Diary, I think something's wrong, 'cause I liked it.  I look at the river each morning and it calms me.  Do you think those trumpet swans will stick around?  There sure is a lot of water here.  People have green lawns.  I walked the old "indian" trail, yesterday.  No bears were detected.  I'm worried, Diary, we looked at houses!  Am I assimilating?  Or is nostalgia setting in?  Crap it's cold.  I've been watching TV too.  Who knew there was a 24 hour western channel?  When I change it, I get strange people in orange.  They seem to be stalking Bambi's papa.  Warm shirts from California aren't warm in Minnesota.  I had to buy new clothes.  I bought a Vikings jersey.  Yep, I am assimilating.  Too cold to worry about it today . . . maybe tomorrow.

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