Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Year? I was hoping for a new BODY... ...and someone to hold it. Icy today after three days of snowfall. Wet. Damp. Mild (in comparison). Not all of my writing is in folders but I'm better organized then I have been in 3 years. Everything is getting to look less like Christmas... thankfully. Although... tomorrow is Three Kings Day. I keep forgetting that I have a BIG box of crayons. Not planted yet. Every time I go away I wonder who'll not be here when I come back. mE: I had a goal of having my rooms uncluttered and arranged by Sunday the 4th. Didn't happen. But... I made great progress and there isn't much left to do. Finding a box of papers that had to be gone through slowed me down. Memories can overwhelm and so many important things got thrown in with rubbish. So... I'm procrastinating by doing this blog. Actually, I'm hoping to become more disciplined and do my on-line work before lunch so my afternoons will be free. Would help if I got up before 9 am. It doesn't get light here until then and even then... some days are just a wall of grey. Drippy today. 52,864 |