Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Sunday was fun for lots of folks. 1. Street Fair. Higgins, the main street was blocked off. A few vendors, a drum circle. I bought a $5 bag of books. 2. German Fest. Our sister city, Neckargemünd, is near Heidelberg in the north of Baden-Wurttemberg. I had bratwurst and cheese cake. 3. Hip-Strip party including fashion show. Tamara from Bernice's Bakery rocked it. I took lots of photos but doubt that many turned out. me: Not much new. Blah, blah, blah. I picked up over 20 poetry books so added to what I scavenged at the library this summer I have enough reading for winter. I ran into Arif at Butterfly Herbs and had a nice chat about Serbo-Croatian. He's fluent. Bloodline comes from Montenegro (Crna Gora). Worse insult? Say someone's mother is a Turk. (Personally, I like Turks.) Small events every day that don't matter much but accumulate. Like sorting out underwear (I think two are ready to be rags) or picking up a red luggage carry-on to replace the black one that died last year (duck tape can only go so far). Even the routines are okay when I punctuate them with something different. Like going on another trip. It does help. 42.919 |