Porthole

Night of the New Moon ... perchance to sleep?

Temp: 98.1 (36.7c), which is normal. Outside: 37 (3c) and dropping. Could be very windy all night long.

I may use JI prompts to write silkpunk stories ... which is going to be difficult. Space Cadet would be easier but I don't believe I can do two series of short stories this month. I'd need to choose 8 of 16. A couple are fine and a couple more once tweaked could work, then to find 4 more. Some are definitely inapplicable to my stories. The you-tube links are "difficult".

"JI thoughts for June; April silkpunk "Tea...""  for my eyes only
"Dew Drop #11 Minnesota Mayday [40] "  edited and posted earlier
"Three views [43] (3 Kōel) "  posted earlier
"April shadows [41]"  posted to Dew Drop Inn but edit and post to Shadows and Light.

I put the pot on for hot tea. Drank it before it got cold.

Dull sounds echoing; they are working on the bridge this morning. 40 degrees and howling from the east at 11:30.

I told Cubby: "I automatically edit other poet's offerings when I'm in editing mode like today. I want to exorcise each "is" but quickly realize that this poem depends on rhythm. *sigh* Can't have it both ways!

Did you mean "defied" or would "denied" fit better?

As for mirrors ... they lie lie lie ...

I became old when I wasn't looking."

Chok: "I don't to become old."
Poh: "I don't want you to die young."

Me: That river spilled into the sea long ago.

Also me: I feel like an old cat with nowhere else to go.

WDC has changed over the last two decades. I'm still here.

With age comes different experiences and perspectives. I can't be young again and I can't recapture who I was as a youth. My memory has blissfully been erased. But I have young characters and I need to evince their optimism and total ignorance of what's to come. My silkpunk characters for instance. Although never alive I have to make them live in a time when my grandmothers were born; one I never knew. They don't know what lies ahead. The disruptions, the wars, and what's worse... the heartache. Even if they dream they act in the moment.

Of course, they've all been dead for decades.

I responded to Lilli's QOTD:

[my ship] will have two names.

Fore: Hopeful

Aft: Hopeless

Unfortunately, fore and aft are meaningless sitting in a round tub going nowhere.

I told Holly: "Never did get any reaction from J&J. I keep thinking that I should have "something". Don't think area reddened, just a bit tender... maybe... the next day, but that could've been my imagination. Maybe my childhood in the dirt and getting sick with everything around age 7 has made a difference. (My playmate sister was always sick too, but she gets sick in ways I don't)."

44 degrees and blustery at 5:35.

I interacted with a couple people here on WDC and FB and said hello to a neighbor today. My world is that small. I told Cecilie that my hair is about 28 cm long. I'll measure more precisely when I cut it. Is it long enough to make myself a wig?

Silly thoughts. All I have at the moment.

36 degrees at 9:58 p.m.

I found out that hazlnut-cocoa spread similar to Nutella dissolves nicely in coffee. Much higher sugar content and less oily is a possible reason.

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