Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Guess it's Bookworm (not Bookbinder...). I'm wormed; I'm bound; I'll never get to be 102... {c:hotpank} ME! Place is all decked out in red ...must mean sumpthang. Nothing to me. Oh well, another night alone won't kill me. ...the mattress might... Gotta get the bed situation straightened out. Lousy sleep may be one of the factors in my nightmares. I want a pillow top! I'll settle for switching mattresses. Been busy. The Documentary Film Festival started Friday and goes all week. Went twice already and I'll go again today for the "competition pieces". Seems there was a contest: prompt, theme, 5 days to produce a short documentary... Ouch... takes longer than that to make up my mind about changing mattresses. Went to the Vagina Monologues (VM, therefore VD = ?). My neighbor Carly F. (not to be confused with my neighbor on the other side, Carly D.) played the "little coochie snorcher who could". She was amazing! I went because I knew she was in it ...didn't tell me her rôle though! Anyhoo... did I tell you-all I live between Carlys? ...Wonder if either has a cute brother (I know Carly F. has got a sizzling hot friend ). So much for mattresses... there's always the floor... and once upon a night (night, not knight) I slept there... better than not sleeping at all. Winter has been teasing us with warmth (warm for Montana) and sunshine (okay ...a few rays) but Spring's far far away. Maybe that's why it's decked out in red around the Senior Center today? I mean ...I don't see a mattress in sight. 21,084 |