Wine, a snowstorm, and my daddy in the kitchen (Dinah not included)

The last two days have been a snowy disaster. It's been incredibly disappointing to be trapped inside, unable to really take my dad anywhere. We had initially planned on going to Walsenburg and the Sand Dunes today, so I could show my daddy the places here that I love the most, take some photos, and spend hours on a road trip so we could talk and catch up and pal around. I've missed my daddy horribly. But instead, I am currently sitting in my room, drinking wine and doing homework while my daddy bangs away in the kitchen, flattening chicken for chicken marsala. I can't remember the last time I saw my daddy and he DIDN'T make this. It's kind of a tradition. He always, always, always gets way more mushrooms than he needs to, because he knows I'm going to come over and eat at least half of the ones he cooks before dinner is ready. That's just how it goes.

I took him to the abbey yesterday, we sampled every last wine they sell, and we each bought two bottles. I also shipped a bottle to Amber, because I think she'll love it. I honestly don't know when wine became so fucking popular. The only reason I'm drinking wine right now is because I'm doing homework, and I can't drink liquor and get good grades. Maybe that's why for everybody else, too.

I'm hoping to take my dad to Garden of the Gods tomorrow. I took him to the trains in Canon City yesterday before the storm came in. I took some photos, and I told my dad I'd do an HDR shot to show him how they look compared to regular shots. He hates it.

I don't mind it. I actually kind of like it. However, the HDR program I have sucks serious balls. Perhaps I'd like it even more if I had a better program.

I just got yelled at by my dad for stealing all the mushrooms. Welp. It's just like being home again.