Enga mellom fjella

Not moved yet, but the irises are blowing in the wind

It'll be warm today once the sun comes out from behind the clouds. 75 or so. Yesterday I got blown about by the Hellgate winds and decided to cross the river below the Madison Street Bridge. The Clark Fork River is still raging, roiling and a turbid brown.

Flowers are fading. Flowers are blooming. It is iris season. The lilacs are holding on. The horse chestnuts are losing their blossoms to the wind. Everything is just blowing in the wind.

I will get back to a "normal" blog entry when life gets back to normal. Normal? I said "normal" life, not normal me. I'm not normal.

The move... Not yet! Still waiting for the key. Since no one else seems to be in rush why should I? My anxiety was high yesterday, but it has subsided somewhat. I simply get all bent out-of-shape when folks will not communicate. Does anyone ever listen anymore?

I do want to move... NOW! But... I had yesterday set aside. I now have obligations and moving will just have to work around my schedule. Will anyone object? Talk to the hand! Cuz I'm not listening. Y'all had your chance.

I have other blogs. I've been neglecting them. I need to do an entry every week in each. That's not asking much right? So I wrote something for Watt's Gnus: "Was it OK for Jesus to have two daddys?"  after reading what I consider good news from Nevada this morning.

Montana: a cloudy 58° morning.

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