Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
ME: Well, I knocked my noggin at some odd hour of the night so I stayed up later ...just in case. Apparently it didn't knock any sense into me, so I just as crazy as before. What happened? Well, I had a sorting do-hicky thingy (cardboard, 3x4 = 12 shelves) which had books, papers, et cetera in it. It was perched above boxes of writing which was on shelving that sits on top of my twin box spring and mattress (which I'm not using but shall soon...). It all tumbled down about the same time as the printer started. Ah... printer. My Cannon is working although I haven't figured out how to make it print out postcards (it does help to know which side is which) nor how to set it up to print pictures properly... suspect I need to use the proper software... Anyhoo ...my head hurt for a minute, jarred like jelly, but I'm fine. I'll have to resort through everything that fell though. It's time to rearrange the room. Since I tend to clean when I go on vacation I'll need to trick my mind into thinking I'm going somewhere or plan to invite Dustin over... yeah, maybe that'll work! Been writing... any prompt will do. Wrote poems based on FB entries/comment by Beth, Rosemary and Kelly. I'm on a roll. Now I need to enter, edit and print out! Poetry reading is tomorrow night the 7th. 21,587 |