Porthole

Midnight is better ... to post an entry.

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SPRING: 3 Jalal 177 (10 April 2020)
O my Lord! Make Thy beauty to be my food, and Thy presence my drink,
and Thy pleasure my hope, and praise of Thee my action...
- Bahá’u’lláh

MY THOUGHTS

I've decided to post after midnight (after 10 p.m. here) as that way I'll be writing during the day and posting at the end ... kinda. Doesn't matter. The other way wasn't working, so I'll try this instead.

WEATHER

10°. Midnight in Missoula
14°. 7 a.m. in Porto
3°. 8 a.m. Oslo
18°. Midnight in Cartago, Costa Rica.

IMAGES

13 Yellowbells. Biscuit root getting brighter. Buttercups holding on despite the warmth. Buttercups are 'cool'. Groups of people having picnics, cycling, walking together. Seemed almost normal.

POULTRY

Yesterday's poem: "April 9 prompt: suggest or evoke an interruption" 

PORK

No pork today. They fed us cow.

READING

"Guardian of the Veil" by Gregory Spencer, page 128.

QUOTE

Not yet...

MY LIFE

Later...

SENIOR CENTER and COFFEEHOUSE

Nada! Read yesterday's entry.

O PINIONS!

Stik ranted and I ranted. We all should rant now and then again. "Trauma is personal" 

WATT'S GNUS

US citizens in Lebanon decline repatriation offer, saying it's "safer" in Beirut
Yep, I believe this to be true. I'd be far safer anywhere in Taiwan and perfectly safe in Hualien. Fellow Montanan, Carly Fuglei, "I just have zero trust." regarding the American response to the pandemic. Neither do I.

Nicaraguan president missing in action for nearly one month and counting
My Costa Rican and Nicaraguan friends have been commenting on this; they are worried. Conspiracy theories abound. But a leader missing-in-action during any crisis is bad news all around. It only has '6' reported cases, but with 500 to the south and Costa Rica's border closed and 400 to the north with porous borders (It's part of the C4 visa area) no one is guiding the ship. In USA terms it's like West Virginia, the last state to have a positive case (mostly because they weren't testing!).

BLOGVILLE

30DBC: "How would eight year old you have reacted to being quarantined and kept out of school and society for so long?"

Quite well. I played a lot in the dirt in the back yard. The neighborhood kids would visit in Summer; I don't think a quarantine would've worked the way our blue-collar working-class neighborhood was set up.

But April is cold clammy mud-clay season where I grew up, so I'd probably still be in the house reading or doing something. I could always play with my 7 year old sister.

Or I could sit in the closet, especially when the candy showed up on Sunday. I hoarded mine and hid it from my sister.

We had been very sick the previous year or two. We were used to being home and I wasn't a popular kid at school. We weren't allowed to wander off anywhere.

We did go to the Hessel family reunion in Summer, visit my uncle and aunt July 4th, my grandparents in August, my aunt and cousin in November. I vaguely remember funerals ...

No, at age 8 it would have just been a normal part of an isolated and quiet childhood.

                                                                                                                                           

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