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| 25 degrees and sunny at 10:30 a.m. May get up to freezing today, definitely tomorrow. Finished "SpyBoy" #7 graphic novel (YA, complete with chibis) which was a nice break from what I was reading. This was book #4. The days are getting longer, sun stronger and this is the time of year when I want spring to be sprung! knowing full well that it might show up in April or May. Weather is going to be milder but still wintry with snow or worse (rain), so reading is a decent way to amuse myself. Hope my energy levels go up. More perishables in the house after shopping last evening in a beautiful big-flake snow shower. I have bread! I skipped shopping for a week due to frigid weather. I hadn't stepped outside for about 10 days. Went to the Senior Center noonish and sat outside in the sun in front of Big Dipper. Don, Ben, Kathi and me. Kathi gave me a club salad. I was thankful because I seldom eat greens. Back in my rooms sitting in sunshine. It feels good on my bare skin. 30 degrees at 3:44. Thinking of shaving my beard. I didn't dare when it was below 0 ... should've because I didn't go anywhere!  Worked on a poem, will work on others. Starting another book, a diary of a breakdown done like a cartoon book with line drawings. Watered some plants; onions rooting; spider plant blooming. Took out the garbage... I know these are mundane tasks but being room-bound is really depressing. I consider any small task completed a personal victory. For "Blogging Circle of Friends "  : Use these words in your blog today: crouch, vote, commission, hesitate, fail and spoil.The Commission on Progress was called to order. They were intent on finally removing all eyesores and promoting Mapleton as one of the most beautiful in the state. The smelly marsh spoiled that image. It would be improved by putting in a clean asphalt parking lot. The commission never failed to disappoint the progressives; the luddites had held sway for generations. But then... there was me, moved back from the modern city with a degree in urban planning. I had replaced Old Man Murray who was dead set against any improvements other than new streetsigns... and even then... So far, I was the villain to his minions. The town was dying; it needed to change. I wanted new lighting, a larger library, a new school auditorium. But this... I remember crouching in the cattails as a child, intent on seeing the bittern protecting her eggs. I remember her protests and the dive-bombing black-birds, the leeches mom had to remove, the vampire mosquitoes that made me itch all night. I loved and hated that marsh. They were going to fill it in with the rubble from torn down buildings. Build a parking lot, get rid of the stench and danger. They were going to put in a culvert, straighten the meandering stream, remove it from sight; birds could always nest elsewhere. Progress they assured everyone. The board was split down the middle; but, they were certain it would pass as they smiled at me. I thought of Old Man Murray, barely cold in his grave. When my name was called I didn't hesitate. I voted nay. Night falls and I've finished a poem:
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