Early morning sitting by the fire

 I am in Birdsall, sitting close to a warm raging fire my husband just made for me. I did not sleep well even though I took four Tylenol during the night to help me calm down and sleep. This will be our second full day at camp. Rick is out fishing. He knew he would not return to sleep so he woke up. I was in the bathroom and he went into the other bathroom. He dressed in his warm shirt when  

I am going fishing.I asked,  “can I go, he answered no. Then I said. Can’I make a fire. I am reading a book about Key West. I am reading it because my daughter gave it to me and I want her to know I read it. I also want to use it as a model for my writing.

Right now,  I’m cold and want to go to our bed room and put a blanket around me. when I write I am suppose to create scenes to draw my audience in to the Story. 

I am warmer now with the grey soft blanket over my shoulders. I see the yellow flames dancing around the logs. I hear the low rumble.

Last night after dinner we all went to Summers so the kids could make S’mores. s Walker showed us the exercise he is trying to learn to loosen his hips. Hallie gave him a book for his fiftieth birthday to loose his body to make exercise and walking easier in old age. All the younger people except Tucker sat on the floor and tried the exercises mostly led by Hallie and sometimes Liz and Cole.

Now the screen is lighter. The kids made s’mores and ate the,. R.Tucker made one for me which was thoughtful. Toward the end of the gathering Gus came over to the sofa and ask me to rub his back. When we got back to our cabin DQ was here a lone. I thought he seemed lost. I am purging the room. I just looked at the loon picture above the side sofa and then the large pot on the mantle above the fire. Before we leave I should write in the journal. The wood o the wall is all new and light. In years past the wood was always dark brown and old looking.