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Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
It was a balmy and sunny 38º when I got off the bus in Bozeman at 3 pm. (The record low in 1962 was -45º) when Chewie Kittie ![]() ![]() We talked about sundry things and I read her two of my poems and she gave me a kitty notebook. ![]() We have a similar interest in Geology; although I'm jealous as she is pursuing a degree in it. I think she should take a trip to Costa Rica to investigate the recent volcanic activity there... just saying... So, I sit in a wonderful place where I just consumed a corn pekora, an ab-fab garlic pasta salad and a sweet potato quesadilla. ![]() This is definitely the place to be when the volcano we call Yellowstone blows though. Death comes quickly in a pyroclastic flow... believe me it's less painful than living through it. So, I got Teresa to sign my WdC "passport". I've been blessed now to meet 7 members of WdC. ![]() ![]() Anyhoo, back on the low-flying Dog at 8:35 pm. Montana Standard Time. I'll be sliding through the Black Hills and Rapid City at 8 am. and then Sioux Falls and Omaha before arriving Friday night in Des Moines. The area is under a winter storm watch... so we'll see if all the connections work out. Note to partyof5 ![]() ![]() 58,708 |