Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
...with occasional bouts of sweat and tears. Meeeee... Rained again. Some say this isn't "winter"; well, it sure feels like it! I carry my umbrella. If it rains just a little it's hot and humid = sweat. Fun. Wow. But right now it's fine. Sunset. A very dark and gloomy sunset that the camera won't let me take unless I figure out how to. Tears? Not at the moment but I tend to be as leaky as the weather. We'll see whether "Avatar" helps. I've never seen it. Tonight it's in Spanish. Sometimes I'm not in the mood. 8 verdolagas in bloom. Rain. A pinto con huevo (with peach drink), a stroll through town. Yep, I live here. The routine is either good or bad. Probably both. Johnny came over to wash his clothes. Good thing I bought more clothespins! Fed him a pastry, coffee, pineapple. He got espagueti con carne from Steve downstairs. So ....tonight my lines are full! But my place isn't. They left an hour ago. Ah, quiet. Did speak to my cousin Judy today. She sounds like Sheila and lives in San Francisco. Once she retires she'll have to move. Can't afford rent in SF. They at looking north towards Oregon. Which would make me happy. In other snews... There is no other snews. 28.886 |