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 |   Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
... ... ... Never enough places to hang stuff, especially damp clothes that need to dry. I keep a few silly things around to display outside the door to my room. It is best if they have no value whatsoever. The place I live in used to be the hotel for the Old Milwaukee Road railroad. They have talked about connecting us to train service again but still no definite plans. In other news the mini-price on the trains in Norway has gone done. Remind me that I need to sew some buttons on where they popped. And speaking of buttons... a young local writer has hilarious stories about the Button Prince. ME: Bingo... is far too loud.  The Senior Center plants are watered. My friend Joyce is better but didn't come in due to a toothache so I water. The geranium is blooming and the peace lily will bloom soon. Some of the other plants don't look so well but this season is difficult due to the lack of sun. My geraniums are blooming as well. I have an old jade tree, Kenneth. Seems to like the new location better and is putting out new shoots. My cuttings and new plants from leaves grow slow but I have a dish that looks like a mini jade-forest. Went through dozens of pens. Most still have ink so that pleases me. I write in my journal daily and scribble in my notepad. I go through pens. Weather is mild. No complaints other than the lack of sun. Good walking weather except for the patches of ice. 52,933 |
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