Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Resigned me: Just worn out on this very lovely day. Got up late (because I went to bed late; engrossed by book) and immediately called my friend Gare. And he answered! Short chat. I called him ten years ago today too. Ah... Oklahoma. Warmer and greener in March than Montana! Took my pill, took a shower, went to Bernice's Bakery, coffee and a peanut butter cookie. Wrote in my new green journal notebook. So pretty when they're new... the light blue one is now retired. Went to library to meet with our group of Spanish speakers. Just routines. But it is a lovely day. The next three weeks could be hectic. Today, I just don't care. I'm resigned to getting something done but not make any substantial progress. In spite of the sunshine I just want to sip coffee and read. In the book I'm reading now, Inspector Wallender is 60 years old ...as am I. The health concerns, the lose of friends, the loss... I can empathize far too well. I keep up with some changes in society or I'd be feeling the ground shift out from under me more than I do. Hard to go with the flow at times. Lots of work ...and I'm tired. Now I should go eat somewhere but I over-stuffed myself yesterday. Ack... now to edit. 40,306 |