“I had stopped to watch a family of brilliant icicles drip- dripping from the eaves of a frame house….”
Vladimir Nabokov (1899-1977), Russian-born U.S. novelist, poet. "The Vane Sisters," Nabokov's Quartet (1966). The beginning of the story.
TIME: 4:03 PM
PLACE: Looking out the back door
SUBJECT: Icicles hanging off the porch eave
Shortly after I took SD’s photo yesterday, she started involuntarily emptying the contents of her stomach and continued to do so until about 1am this morning. I wasn’t feeling to up to snuff myself. Needless to say, she didn’t go to school and I didn’t go to work today. It was very cold today, I don’t think it got out of the teens, so it was kind of nice to be able to snuggle under the blankets with her and watch TV and nap all morning. We are feeling much better now, so it looks like school and work are both back in the picture for us tomorrow.