Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
(¯`v'¯) ღ ღஜ Love♥ `*.¸.*' and ¸.•'. .¸.•*¨) ¸.•*¨) ღ Life ~~~♥~~♥ (¸.•' (¸.•' .•' ¸¸.•¨¯`• ¸¸.•¨¯`•`Be One . . . as sent by Tracy Lost-Bear to Jennifer Fleming Lovely... ain't this beautiful! ME: I sent three friend requests on Facebook to people I knew years ago... we'll see. One had contacted me, so that's good. As much as I avoid dwelling on the past, I miss the good times. Didn't feel well (intestines, odd pain in the left foot), woke up early then got up at 1 pm.! Call me lazy, bored, tired, wiped-out, something. I'm writing short entries in my journal these days. Not doing much writing. My poetry is suffering, but I know it'll be fine. So a daily routine: Snap a photo. Read. Go to Bernice's Bakery or market or somewhere my friends congregate. Today: cook pork sausage with bok choi and feta cheese. Last night: went to Orange Food Mart and remembered the butter, forgot the sugar, picked up chocolate syrup... because. Today? Dark-Chocolate milk. I made my family phone calls yesterday and Myrt called today. So... slow day. Cool day. Began as fog but clear-ish this evening. With as much time as I spend on-line with Greyhound schedules, I should work for them! Still no word on whether there is a bus between Arcata and Redding in CA. 19,900 |