Porthole

A new year: first week.

It's the New Year. Get use to seeing [179.xxx] on what I write this year. That said, I need to make sure everything I wrote this past year is posted. I wrote over 380 pieces in 178. My goal this year will be the usual: 365, hopefully 400.

My new pretty (doesn't stay that way) black notebook (Book 67) starts on page 5237. The last two years were dismal with unacceptable gaps and only 62 pages [178] and 64 pages [177]. It should be 60 pages/season or 240+/year. My journal-letter to a friend started in 2003.

My first meal today was mac & tuna. As good a way to start the day as any. Naw Ruz started last evening, but don't ask me what I ate.

I mentioned a couple sad events last blog, and a few more over the past year; but, I have no reason to mention them again. What is sad is that nobody read nor commented. I don't want to post my blah blah life on Newsfeed. I have blogs for that and facebook (if I so choose; I haven't).

I do not believe spring is here until the daffodils bloom.

We wait.

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Saw Willie and Phil and shared my sad news. Laxmi was glad that I did.

Lay in wait for the wild sourdough baguette. I caught one. Nabbed a pat of butter as well.

Wrote my micro 100: "Micro 100 #18 Boostered [179.3] 100 words" 

It was sunny earlier. Still a mild 56 degrees. It may not get below freezing this week. Can you say daffodils? Crocuses in full bloom.

I felt a bit chilled earlier so I'm conflicted as to whether I should crack open the window. It's warm enough outside. The question is me...

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Messaged Gervic. Hope his situation resolves itself soon. I saw the pics of his family house destroyed by the typhoon (Odette) that hit north of Dumaguete. All gone. His family is scrounging money to pay his hospital bill.

Otherwise, calm night.

Saint Regis remembered

I have never stayed in Lake Placid,
a misnomer encased in snow and ice,
a place to drive though on the way
to better vistas, calm cool nights.

Spitfire, placid, hoped-for breeze,
summer ease, bluegills caught, Sunfish
sailing, a dingy's ride through golden
lilies, a lake remembered for 50 years.

© Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.4] (23.mars.2022)

70 degrees! Nice music, sunshine. Saw Hunter and others. No glasses... well... at least not mine!

To Waltz re tigers and cats: "If calico provides camouflage than it's of use. Leaf litter, dappled shade?

Marble countertops are a baker's wet dream. For most anything else a chop-block and a crock-pot will do.

Cats will be cats. No need to stoop so low as being canine, or even worse, assinine like humans. "

Gasoline: $4.09/gallon.

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Up early but lazy. Saw my mother's obit posted by my sister. Did Wordle (easy) and Dordle (very difficult). Messages from friends.

Took shower. Should put on clothes.

Sat with Angie and Billie Jo. Sat with Kathy C, Willie and Laxmi. At home again, sat with Birgit.

Late lunch: ate a bologna sandwich and cottage cheese with pears. Now rice with spice.

Still no oomph. 59 degrees outside at 5 p.m.

The last minute frenzy to finish contests begins... tomorrow. Sorry. Still no oomph.

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40 degrees this morning. Should climb into the spring-like 60s. I can keep my windows open for the next week.

Got the good news that Gervic is out of hospital but Grace will soon go in.

Living among the dying or Living among the dead? So many folks my age seem to be dead. Oh... they still walk around like zombies...

I'm amazed at the Circus of White Men seeking to surround Ketanji Brown Jackson like the Land Sharks they are. 250 years... and they still afraid of an intelligent woman. Maybe there's a story there somewhere.

Espagueti con albondigas... Lxami me lo regalo.

Dreary weak sun but mild.

Went to clinic. Still no glasses. Every place I've checked had glasses in their lost & found. Just not mine. So... I'm at Butterfly Herbs drowning my sorrows with a chocolate malt.

Took a 4 hour evening nap. I'm fuzzy headed.

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Got Wordle in 3. May be difficult word for some but my mind was working this morning.

Will I clean today? (Very little...)

Baked chocolate cake, substituting mayo for an egg and oil, adding cinnamon, spices, and a dash of lemon.

Very ... out-of-it? A week ago I became very ill. Nothing like that, solo una pereza (ennui).

Decided to not go out.

I told Stik re work-relationships: "Where were you 20 years ago when I needed this advice? I won't say which rule I broke but it was a mess. Coworkers interfered because they did not approve. This also happened in a non-work situation. There are reasons why I refuse to go back and why I cut most of my ties to people from that time. I grew up among very prejudiced and bigoted people who also believed in one-and-done=you're-shunned."

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Supposed to be warm today. Already 58 degrees at noon.

Breakfast is chocolate cake and coffee

I must 1. token clean and 2. token work on contests. I say token as neither will be finished. I'm on edge today and when my nerves are fragile I'm easily overwhelmed.

To Gemini re Sundays: The conservative attitude of Americans becomes evident when one travels. Portugal doesn't close on Sundays; the churches are open and are seldom empty during the week.

Americans like to work hard, party hard and pray hard. American tourists, missionaries and partiers were the scourge around the globe until wealthy Russians and Chinese replaced them.

Ah... Sundays. My father sitting in sunshine reading the Sunday paper.

Kansas Jayhawks won 76-50. I remember 2008.

Working on contests... Crunch time.

Remember: "Poetry Contest and Inspiration" ... done. Chose an old poem: "Green ink" .

Wordle: 'nymph' (in 5) makes me 22/22 with an average just under 4.

Thai notes: Soi (Thai: ซอย [sɔ̄ːj]) is the term used in Thailand for a side-street branching off a major street (thanon, Thai: ถนน). An alley is called a trok (Thai: ตรอก).

Breakfast donuts: (ปาท่องโก๋) pa thong ko. "Thai people like to eat these crullers with sweetened condensed milk, coffee, or dipping custard, Sangkhaya (สังขยา). They are also served with Chinese congee, jok (โจ๊ก)."

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