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llllllllllllllllllllllllllllspringlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll ███████ PORTHOLE ███████ SPRING: 4 Jalal 177 (11 April 2020) O SON OF THE SUPREME! I have made death a messenger of joy to thee. Wherefore dost thou grieve? I made the light to shed on thee its splendor. Why dost thou veil thyself therefrom? - Hidden Words of Bahá’u’lláh A32 MY THOUGHTS I know I worry too much, but having a Plan B and knowing where the exit was became a pathway to survival. And although I may not always thrive, I have survived. WEATHER (April 12) 2°. 2 p.m. in Missoula 18°. 4 p.m. in Buffalo 23°. 4 p.m. Fayetteville, North Carolina 24°. 2 p.m. in Cartago, Costa Rica IMAGES Snowclouds in the mountains north of here. Sunshine in the valley. Calm. Cold. My kolanchoe has begun to flower orange, the geraniums continue in pink and purple, the stick plant holds onto February with a few last yellow blooms. White and yellow are the colors outside. The sun grows stronger and greets the daffodils in gold. The forsythia opens one bud to test the temp and I pinch a leaf of tarragon and taste it's mintiness. POULTRY Today's poem: "April 12 prompt: a poem with a door in it #30" Yesterday's poem: "April 11 poem--technology or artificial intelligence" PORK I wrote
READING Finished with "Guardian of the Veil" by Gregory Spencer. QUOTE "He felt more manly with this drink ... at least until he added cream and sugar." page 368 MOVIETIME Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets MY LIFE Does boiling potatoes count? How about getting up this morning. Coffee? I did finally boil some chicken, boiled farfalle in the chicken broth, added the potatoes and made a meal for two. I live alone. SENIOR CENTER and COFFEEHOUSE Sunday and it's a wee bit cold to go out but I did go around the block and ran into Nick, a fellow writer. He asked whether I was documenting this event. Of course I am! In my journal, this blog, in poetry and rants, on spacebook. As isolated as I feel, I am aware. O PINIONS! and WATT'S GNUS Plenty, but my mind is elsewhere today. BLOGVILLE 30DBC: Sometimes the prompts do not speak to me or do not apply. A do-over for a room in my house? Which of my two rooms would I choose? I'd just as soon have someone come and help me unclutter and clean. I did comment to QPdoll is Grateful "... the home I grew up in was 960 sq ft with concrete walls! Knocking a wall out would've been major work and could've compromised the structural integrity. The kitchen was tiny and we tended to be kitchen people! The phone was there among other assorted things. Built/bought in 1951, my sister still lives there." 2.135 |