Enga mellom fjella

Lancashire bomb or bust.

Lancashire bomb:

http://www.cheesestall.com/gbu0-prodshow/lancashireBomb.html
http://www.britishfinefoods.com/top10/lancashire-bomb

Ah... I can taste it now.

moi:

Fairly good day. Went to market and got my Ranier (yellow-red) cherries, a rhubarb slushy and a potato ball. Just typical Montana food... kinda...

Stayed out by visiting Butterfly Herbs and the library when the sun was bothering me. Pleasant day, but one must listen to the body. Met old friends and new.

Finished reading the erotic poem, "La estación de fiebre", written by Costa Rican, Ana Istarú. Whereas most erotic poems are thought of as a man extolling a female body or a woman extolling her own, this is a woman extolling the male ... body in all its glory ... or not. I learned some new metaphors. Ah ... if you-all only knew Spanish!

Wrote a poem Thursday about "two blue moons" that will add to my 'Zmtri' collection. Eric Wharton gave me the idea.

And yesterday? I went to a party. I am so NOT a party goer, but it was Jaime's birthday and I was invited. She had bought a coconut especially for me. Showed me how to open it (find the soft spot of the three eyes), insert knife and dig; put hole to lips and tilt the head back! I used a cup... Then she showed us how to open it up for the meat. Dull edge of heavy knife along the middle, tap, turn, tap, turn, tap, split. Two perfect halves. Then insert edge along rim and pop out a piece, insert again and pop another... easy-peasy.

So I ate a pea-pod from her garden, got a burger, made a smores, met a couple people including one from Arkansas (born in Lawrence, Ks where I went to school; graduated from high school about 10 miles away from where I grew up in WNY) and a young man from North Platte, Nebraska (he knows all about corn).

Jaime put on her hula skirt (palm or coconut I believe) and danced, showed me her grass hand-made every-day-skirt, displayed her woven bra (another fiber; traditionally the dance was done topless and the best dancers moved the entire body without moving the boobs... her words). She even sang to us!

None of us know Kiribati. Too bad.

Anyhoo, a bit more animated. I've been stressed out and not accomplishing anything. One blockage has been removed. I've been eying 4 pastels of a local young artist knowing I'll never be able to afford his mature work. I wanted them 6 months ago... so... I bought them. A little ouchy price-wise, but I can handle it.

I'll write poems to them.

Now, all I have to do is buy my ticket so I can find me own Lancashire bomb ... in Lancashire.

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