Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
The pants to the suit I wore yesterday were a tad tight. And then I ate a full meal! ME: It snowed lightly. Now it's slush. I don't care much for cold rain. 37º. Not today! Grey skies forever? Not. It just seems that way. In going through photos I get to revisit all the cats I've visited in various countries. Still need to sort and throw lots of stuff out. My bedding will be sprayed again tomorrow. Not too many bugs... but they are not entirely gone. It may upset some folks but I do not like to think of Thanksgiving as a pro-military Christian only event. So when someone chooses to open a dinner with a prayer that excludes me I'm very unhappy. I may go to the game Saturday. Forecast for game time? 22º and possible flakes. Not exactly ideal... but doable. The other team is U of San Diego where it usually is around 70º. The Torreros are in for a cold day. Especially if the Griz play like they did last Saturday. It was a 34-7 rout. Totally unexpected. The town quiets down when the students are away. It snoozes as many take this week off to visit family or friends. The main game other than football is shopping. And I don't shop... I checked prices for a month long stay in Tromsø in January/February: $2,000 minimum. Three festivals (film, music, Sami... including a reindeer race). Tempting but expensive. If not this year next? Bingo... it must be Tuesday. 52,587 |