Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Me: Last couple days have been a roller-coaster. Stuff is at Sam's. Plants are at Sam's, Johnny's and freshly planted. Place was kinda clean, then kinda dirty and at the end half-and-half. Not happy about that. 4 hours rest last night didn't help. Fortunately, my neighbor gave me a ride to the bus. Alberth found me a room in San José. It's a 5 minute walk to the bus. I asked for a 4 am wake up call. The first bus leaves at 4:40. Will arrive at the airport around 5:10. My bus-with-wings leaves at 7. I fly to Atlanta, Minneapolis and finally Montana. I arrive at midnight. Nick will pick me up. Home by 1 am. Probably exhausted. Hope I can find the bed. Jacob has probably re-arranged everything. Sometime Monday I'll be well-rested. I'll have caught up with most things by Tuesday. I'll be busy for a couple weeks. Then I need to plan my next trips. Last year on this date I was in England... then back to Montana, Costa Rica in December, Montana for March, Costa Rica till I visited Norway and Sweden in mid-May, back to Costa Rica ...just to put everything in perspective. Next time I complain that I haven't done anything just kick me... Truth is that I do feel bored or unfulfilled. Often. Gotta work on this ...to either change or accept it. 34.221 |