Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
ME: Well I sure don't have to worry about people reading my blog! I just don't get around to posting and reading like I use to. The "twitter" aspect of Face Book has me hooked (see... a rhyme). And I am exploring my ability to take photographs with my cell-phone. So... to those who don't read: I'm fine today. A bit of rain and temps in the 70s. Cherries for breakfast. Who knows what supper brings... It's after 5 and still undecided. I'm writing. My poetic benchmark for tomorrow (the 10th) is 140-186 sketches. I'm up to 169, so I'm doing well. Some days I can't hold the writing back. It's not that what comes out is necessarily good, just needs to ooze out ... kinda like pus. Walking, exercising? Not. But trying to "show up for the day" as Kathlene suggests. Saturday was Market Day (and cherries). Sunday, the symphony and talking to my "bad-ass baker" from Indulge (she used to live in my building; funny, the person living there now is also a baker... hmmm). Today, I gave Liz and Aaron the poems I wrote for them (now I want to revise ). Just another boring August day... 19,669 |