Enga mellom fjella

To be ignored...

...isn't bliss.

mE:

I went to the Second Wind reading last night. Max read poetry and Richard read a first chapter from his book that will come out in 2016.

Went well. But... not one person said hello me! Max did wave as I was leaving. But I sat there in silence alone.

Montana writers... one needn't fear that they will come over and talk to you...

I've been going to these events for years.

No real snews:

Nice to visit with a student studying Chemistry yesterday and read a vampire story to her.

Bugs? What bugs? Haven't seen any. I mentioned this oddity to my landlord today. It's been a week. Very odd.

All I have at home is Lapsang Souchong tea. Not bad.

It went below freezing on the 10th. It has not been over freezing since. Last night put on my below-zero hat with flaps that Mandy sent me years ago. That cold... Right now it's 24º and may, I say may, go above freezing come Friday.

The new computers at the Senior Center have issues... 'nough said. If I say anything nasty I'm afraid they'll retaliate.

I do like silence. Quiet is restful; but, I am perplexed by the MFA students here... and the professors... and many of the authors... Maybe it's just me but they seem to lack certain social skills.

Which on an individual level I strive to understand. But when there's an event I find it past annoying. If I wanted cold pricklies...

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