Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
ME: I feel like a big kid! I toted my Compaq across the street to Bernice's. After working on the Acer's tiny screen and tiny keyboard (and the Palm's... ) this is an orgasmic pleasure. Coffee and Parmesan rolls will suffice for now. At home I got rid of a can of herring and borszcz yesterday. That was after a lunch of meatloaf and rosemary potatoes. At least I eat well. Been re-watching season one of Queer as Folk. I prefer not to watch television (it's on vhs tape) and seldom listen to music . I prefer quiet. But summer is a down season for me. Estivation R Us! If I could trademark it I would. Maybe I'll get around to finishing Carnavale? Writing is fine; reading is fine. After blogging (I should rad a few as well) I have a stack of old poems to look through. That chore is coming along slowly. I'm looking forward to re-arranging boxes and putting some stuff back in "storage". I want my room back! Tuesday is a quiet day in Missoula. Have things planned or opportunities every day of the week... except for Tuesdays. Odd that! Anyhoo, hope y'all doing fine. I need to go read blogs... 19,721 |