Porthole

Time zones will kill me yet.

Time zones will kill me yet. As will contests that don't end the last day at midnight. Barely finished one before noon on the 30th and another before midnight on the 30th. No... this isn't rocket science. I just start early on some prompts and rest on them until a flurry at the end. Not a good idea.

Last check-in:

251. cathartes02
252. blimprider
253. eager2write
254. marvinschrebe
255. forgiveness
256. nordicnoir
257. joycag
258. dunkelhetstern
259. normajeantrent
260. soledad_moon
261. ripglaedr3

Yes, I'm pissed. A response to Robert. "Memorial Day is a sacred Holy Day of the American Military. I know because Vice President Kamala Harris d.a.r.e.d to suggest that everyone enjoy the long weekend. The GOP is aghast!!!!!

Why am I incensed? The same people who are ostensibly Christian (without the Christ) will object if a Jew, a Muslim, Hindu or a Baha'i forget to wish them a Merry Christmas and say Happy Holidays instead... in spite of the fact that they aren't Christian and have no religious, moral or legal obligation to observe the day.

So there it is. My father served in WW2. We didn't celebrate the American Military, but most of my facebook friends and I dare say most here at WdC do... and many have the militaristic us-versus-them attitude to go along with it.

What many Americans and many Christians do not realize is that their misplaced angry projection is threatening to anyone who doesn't goosestep to their beliefs."

54 degrees at midnight.

To QOTD: "Well... I was small, malnourished and couldn't see. I was farsighted until I was 11 and that doesn't help with books. I had glasses at age 6.

We had encyclopedias and My Travel books on Japan, Holland and France. I learned French songs and haiku. I spent hours learning odd things.

Neighbor had Nancy Drew books!

Spring/Fall was school and gardening. Still my favorite seasons; but, Summer/Winter was mostly at home (Winter inside; I loved snow but...) and lots of reading.

We were a family of newspaper readers.

So... less books and more a gathering of information."

61 degrees at 10 am. It's going to be a warm week.

It's already 70 degrees at 12:44 and I'm wilting. Living on the 3rd floor with south facing windows means my place heats up. Without a/c I just do the best I can.

I entered in jest: "Dear Mrs. Shelley [88]" 
Also finished: "Early Spring in Sapulpa" 
Finished and posted: "Goats 4 sale" 

79 degrees at 7:13... and I'm broiling brats inside?

I entered 11 pieces of writing (7 poems) into contests this month. I now need to focus on my silkpunk stories.

June 1st will bring new challenges.

Monday Monkey goals.

1. MUST CLEAN AND UNCLUTTER. Very little done.
2. Write, perhaps finish at least one silkpunk story and send it to Blimprider. Fail.
3. Set up my June list of contests on the 1st (so I can find it) and link to book entries where I can begin to write them (for my eyes only). Done.
4. Enter my sunset (serenade) poems on-line. I'm backed up. Not...but still writing them.
5. Focus on Express it in 8. Kinda. I'm satisfied.
6. Invite a friend over for tea.
7. Set up blog for Bard's Hall. It's set up for multiple blogs.
8. Decide whether I'm entering the Prompt Poetry Contest. If so... write one. Done.

I've signed up for Promptly Poetry. "June 0 Promptly Poetry"  We'll see how many I can finish. I easily do more than 1/week.

Stray thought... what are the seasons on Uranus? What happens during the Thaw? What liminal space may be habitable. What are the advantages to nomadic life? To burying deep to brave the cold? How is this knowledge passed through generations or are there Ancients who keep the Knowledge? What Knowledge dare not be lost? Once lost what is the price to relearn it?

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