Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
...recycle. Like "Groundhog Day". ME: 08:37. I shouldn't feel like I've done nothing. I've washed dishes, ate a little, coffee, scrubbed a bit of floor, put some things away... Very little but something this morning. Maybe the sunshine has given me some energy? It's been cloudier than usual. ME: I responded to Rosemary Singer on facebook: "Years of responsibilities and obligations ...then years of nothing. I owe few people anything now but I do owe myself a life. I just have to live it." I think I need to set a few goals again. For years writing a daily blog and a piece of prose or poem were measurable objectives to loftier goals. Didn't necessarily achieve any goals but I did gain from the routine. It helped me get through some rough times and that lead to here... ME: I should've become a teacher ...preferably of anthropology! But... I can still teach if I choose. I'm thinking I should make a presentation to the writer's association to do writing workshops. If I could make them public and use the office it may work out well for everyone involved. I've thought about getting a group to join WdC en masse (10 would do, 30 would be better) so we can form a group of Spanish speaker/writers. Ah... the cost. Need to check out the costs. ME: Lists ...back to lists. With internet I can resume my study of Norwegian, can enter and edit my writing in both English and Spanish. Chop. Chop. Which means I'm watching "Once Upon a Time" and the Olympics. Ha! ME: It's always about me ...isn't it? Me ME Me. A solo note in the melody of loneliness. Well, maybe tomorrow's entry will be all-about-you! 32.408 |