Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
ME: I read last night, wrote a sketch, made a list of Costa Rican poets I need to look up on the internet and purchase copies of any books I can find here ...or there. Ah... to return. I don't have the energy. Barely can dream of visiting Ireland at end of June or England in May... just dreams until the retreat is booked and the plane tickets bought. I dream too much and accomplish too little. Need to go to the doctor. Need to ask about my teeth. Need to quit bitching... Today the hills are sugar-frosted. Weather has been as boring as bingo. And chill. Just read about "Wicked". Should go see it while it's in Spokane. There's always another side of every story. Yesterday I took a nap after eating. Got up again too late to go out, so I sat in the window on the third floor landing looking north and writing, reading and making my lists. I redid a sudoku that had given me fits earlier and this time had no problems. Back in my rooms I cooked apple-bacon-curry and ate it over baked-potato. Finally got to sleep around 2 am. Got up just before 10 this morning. This is why I really need to travel or have goals that get me focused and over my snit and out of my place. Otherwise, my life just winds down to a monotonous moan. Boring for me and anyone else. So... no need to read this dreary blog entry! 38ºF 21,367 |