Enga mellom fjella

Snowballing, graupel ...! Still the little Ice Age.

ME:

Thanks to Party I now remember how to write graupel. (And it IS like getting pelted by small balls of styrofoam ...cold ones).

Today was snowmist and now some weak sun. Since snow doesn't show up well on the old cell phone, I posted a picture of tulips instead at facebook.

In other news... there's other news?

News rhymes with snooze?

Wake me up when it finally hits 60 NORMAL degrees.

My eating habits and reading habits are ...boring. Did read a wonderful book on healing by Micki Date and did a review which pleased her editor. So that was my one good deed this week.

Can I go back to sleep?

First lines from recent sketches:

The underwear's done boiled/ and beans-and-pork simmers [168.43]
Estoy enfermo; cada dia me muero/ cocino tocino; blando el puerro [168.44]
I have disappointed my ghosts./ They want more. I have little to offer. [168.45]
It's April and I'm drowning/ 1,000 feet under grey skies that skim/ the surface of glacial lake Missoula [168.46]

Not exactly riveting or uplifting; but, so what... it's the process that counts I remind myself.

Still grey out there. In here (I'm among the seniors) Myrt just finished playing piano. Can you whistle?

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