Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
What don't you know about me? LOTS! I won't post at facebook because ...well, I won't. 5. My hair was almost white when I was 7. My mother's father had very light hair. He was nicknamed Whitey. Now my hair (what's left of it) is turning white again. 4. We were creative as children. We made a ghost out of black tissue paper. Wish I still had him. 3. We made towns out of blocks then had a snowstorm with laundry powder. A swirling towel became a tornado. We'd never seen one but heard stories from my father who grew up in Oklahoma. 2. I slept in a 3/4 bed until I got too big. 1. When I stayed with my friends in Canada one summer I slept in the attic. I had slept in the attic when I returned to live with my parents as well; but at my friends I had bats! ME: I'm okay. It snowed a bit today. Some sun, some blue breaks in grey clouds. I spoke with another young anthropologist... I really get along with anthropologists. I actually wrote part 2 of my interview with Thoom, one of my vampire friends from "Blood of the Garlic". Would like to edit those stories and write some more. But... must finish current tasks first. I'm reading a romance... it's about as much as my mind can handle at the moment. I ordered a matcha latte at Liquid Planet tonight. Not as pretty as the one that Sam made me once that I posted on facebook. But, it was green and yummy. 44,157 |