Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
...Downstairs Humbug... I ordered a humbug: chick peas, roasted mushroom compote, provolone, cilantro, red onion, roma tomato, alfalfa sprouts, roasted tomato mayo on a farm roll. Would scarlett_o_h approve? The kayakers and/or surfers were on the river this past weekend. Very little deters them. (Ice blocks, logs... yeah.) I have friends that have been in the hospital or are ill. It's a good day if I can make them laugh. I've been sticking to short poems recently. I know dialogue is important in many types of prose. Just not my strong point. I avoid Bridge, but I just saw a 3 no-trump bid brought home. Nice. ME: I managed to get everything up the stairs. Did get some help. Finished at 22:20 on Saturday. Now I need to sort and put away or take back down to the trash. In the end, this is a good thing. My body was sore (legs, groin, lungs) but no damage done. This week is a "short" week. Everything is apparently closed on the 25th but other than that I can get out and get coffee and check the internet. I started a new book (#45, Winter 171 BE) for my journal yesterday. The notebooks look so clean and nice when I start... then ragged after three months. Autumn, Book #44, wasn't mangled though. It was purple. This one is light blue. I've also been reading. Mostly light reading that can be passed on to others when I'm done. I just leave the book on the second floor landing and magically it finds a new home. 52,750 |