Gooses, Pups, Honey and Spoons

English 102 Journal Entry One

January 27th, 2010

Gooses, Pups, Honey and Spoons.

An army of snow came streaming down against the soft glow of the porch lights. Every pace past the thin window increased the anxiety of an invasion. A blizzard was upon my family again. Another trial to overcome. Only two yester-morrows did the ancient furnace of our home meet it's final demise. He died quietly in his sleep... or at least in our sleep. I did not occur to me our heat source had dissipated. Not until I met with the gooses stepping out of the shower. 


Gooses were not so bad, a hot shower was appreciated, their honking could be tolerated. For one night and two days life was quilts and sedentary activities and also healthy fats for calories to keep warm. We still had power and made due with space heaters in individual rooms. All was well with that but not for the young pup of the house! Bear is cheerful, expressive and strong of face and mind. He is my son. My beautiful son of a half and two years. The Bear roared and bounded and protected his territory from intruders! In other words, my poor neurotic standard poodle Rhapsody. Then the attentions of the mighty brown bear moved onto Willow Jesabella the cat... Poor Bella... She just had been spayed this day.


A new furnace is adopted into our 1960's craftsman style home... We enjoy the blissful heat, it warms out hearts and hands. then we feast on Pot Roast I had prepared in the afternoon. Suddenly the mines blast! !he soldiers bayonet our defences from the cold! The army has invaded... so the bloody power goes out... and the battle for warmth rages on  for over four and twenty hours!


We were eventually rescued by our underground allies and friends. They whisked us away to Raven's Safehouse and Sanctuary. I am safe here, my son is safe here. We filled our belly's with hot food and mead for mineown. Hunger and thirst quenched, Raven and I gave Bear a bubble bath that would of made a genies wish proud (if one ever wished)!  Then he guzzled down hot chocolate and marshmallows and fell asleep his face alight in the dark room by the tele.


Oh my sweet honeyed friends. If my friends are the honey and my tea is my life... Who or what is the spoon?


Sincerely,