Enga mellom fjella

Am I old or are those kids yelling?

If the music's too loud, then you are too old...

ME:

I'll need to leave soon. There are a dozen teenagers here and I swear they are shouting over each other. Clue: you are in a bakery, not at a high-school pep rally...

My NaNo still ain't; but, I wrote 4 poetic sketches today. Have written quite a bit over the last three days as well.

The Festival of the Book went well for me. Met and re-met quite a few folks, like Ednor and Georgiana. Jennifer Greene read "For You" as per my request (she may have planned to read it anyways). I bought books. My neighbor, David Thomas, has a new one out, Waterworks Hill. I also went to readings... some folks can read... some can't. I connected with Cedar, a member of the writing group Bent Grass (Dillon based), who now lives in Missoula. I would love to be part of that group! There are strong writers and performers in it.

So, I have had a free day sitting at the bakery. Took some photos (duh), checked e-mail, FB, now a short blog entry. Read, wrote, coffee, a hummus filled hard roll (heated). Read one of my poems to Katherine.

Grey misty noon brightening to patches of blue and showers. Peachy-grey sunset. Mild. Hit 50! There is still snow on the mountains, but here in the valley there are some late blooming flowers.

I'm okay today... was amused last night watching Nick eat pomegranate seeds with a fork (there is a story there somewhere...). It was his first experience with a real pomegranate.

The kiddies are leaving. Alas, I must leave soon too.

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