When I was a small child watching Sesame Street, I thought Prairie Dawn was the most beautiful name, never having seen a prairie dawn at that point in my life. Have you ever ridden through the Canadian shield on the train, with the sun setting in front of you, only to wake several hours later to a real prairie dawn, with the sun rising up behind your back? If you had, you might even consider naming your daughter Prairie Dawn, even if it meant naming her after a Sesame Street character. Paul is in the habit of waking up early, and it finally occurs to me why. Speaking of Paul, who insists that the Paris of the Prairies must be Winnipeg, of course, I think I am driving him batty with my worrying. But you would worry, too, trust me. It`s not that he has never had any serious health problems- I mean he`s been well for the last fifteen years, much longer than I've even known him, but still...he sometimes goes for long stretches of time without eating much. And I seem to be getting more work. I was going to work Saturday evening and then he was making dinner for midnight on Saturday night but the night person cancelled and we couldn't find anyone else to come in. Fine, then, we would have our dinner on Sunday night. Sunday evening I had a bbq to go to in the afternoon and by the time we were both back it was 9pm and, guess what, the phone rang, they needed someone to come in for midnight. They called me in for midnight Monday night, too, but I was already scheduled to come in Tuesday morning. Well, I got back after 5 on Tuesday and, whaddaya know, the phone rang... Well, the $$$ will be useful, but I am going to have to be more deliberate about spending time with Paul, particularly if he works the opposite hours of mine. Oh, he did make two fantastic dinners, lamb and mashed potatoes one night, steak and rice another, threw the Keg to its knees. I ate both of them before heading off to work. And Paul ate them, too!! I was so happy. Oh yes, and I did go to a bbq on Sunday, a reunion for my daughter's camp. I think she really enjoyed seeing her friends...after a whole month apart, or not even, since she has gotten together with some of them since. And it is good for me to get to know her camp friends' parents. Camp, the same camp I went to as a child. Revisiting my discomfort with the Israel thing every summer. What do I like about the camp? It's socialist, it has an emphasis on social justice and a strong sense of community. But this is a tangent. A friend of mine just reminded me that blog posts must be as succinct as any other form of writing. I will talk more about this later, when it reinforces the central theme of the piece. And now I am back out in the country. Lily and my mother went for ice cream and I went with them for the ride. Tomorrow, work at my job here and then head off to the Berkshires for my grandfather's 95th birthday celebration.