Enga mellom fjella

I'm gonna serve my pet parakeet...

...soufflé.

me me and the other me (the one we-two mees agree about):

Thank-you for you comments on the last blog. I suspect williampadgett almost ...almost exhausted the issue.

To clarify my situation, I've met various WDC bloggers: Susan visited me in Kansas; I visited Charlene and Connie in Washington, Linda, Thomas and Mandy in Minnesota, Mavis, Ann, Julie and Amanda in England (Linda again), Teresa in Montana. Last year I visited Ann Lisa in Sweden. I've spoke to a few by phone.

I meet great people on my travels. I have a couple friends in Costa Rica. Here in Montana I meet real folks. Some very young, others very old. Mostly they have busy lives and we barely touch at the coffeehouse, market, walking down the street. On-line, I do keep in touch through facebook. Even have made an effort to check up on family.

Some days it feels lonely in spite of all this!

So the problem is me. And that other me. And the one we-two mees agree about (but don't speak about in public).



At market, the face-painter Susan channeled Bette Davis. She has a friend Kevin who is an expert but she does well.

She said:

"I'm gonna serve my pet PARakeet...

soufflé..."

I said that I'd like a piece of it.

"If ma SISter don't choke on it first."

Hysterical. I asked her where THAT came from. She said "I said pet parakeet and soufflé just popped out..."

Talent. The woman has talent.

So some day I'll write a poem with a line about "my pet parakeet ...soufflé".

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