Porthole

Grey skies and murky moods

A grey 29 degrees at 8 a.m.

I went to bed too early last night. Woke up a couple times at odd hours because I wasn't sleepy. After 10 hours in bed I'm dragging.

It could snow or rain or nothing. I could read or write or nothing.

Me and the day better cheer up is all I'll say!

Bad connection when calling but I got a hold of my friend Gary after a year. He had covid but is fine and has had the vaccine.

My mother at age 98 seems to have tolerated the vaccine best of all.

Slowly the world starts to reawaken.

Not me. Not quite yet.

(it's not noon yet)

Ate potatoes. Ate cottage cheese.

Daydreams about Australia and whether they have an authentic culture that isn't just a bland version of what is found elsewhere. European, but not too ethnic? Is there any connection to the land? It's one of the more urban landscapes. The US imports food but produces a lot. Costa Rica the same. Taiwan seems to depend on local food. All three places have foods indigenous to the area. But Australia? Other than macadamia nuts and kangaroo meat what do they eat that's from there?

32 degrees at 10 a.m.

I'm listening to the water drip at the sink. It needs a new washer. I'm drinking more coffee. I'm still lost in daydreams. It's 11 a.m. Should I put on clothes and go outside today? Oh... the decessions to be made!

There be snow aloft at 2 p.m.! Mt. Dean Stone is white-shrouded and earlier a few rowdy flakes tried to smack me.

I got safely home with 2 gallons of 2% milk.

It's International Women's Day, by-the-way.

Not mine but still collectable ... I think:

Apparently J&J is available here in Missoula. I need to go get stabbed.

3 p.m. and big snowflakes. My tooth broke off while I was eating an egg-salad sandwich. I'm relieved in a way. Better than breaking off while I'm sleeping. Saved it too... better than swallowing.

Headache.

I'm reading blogs. It's part of 30dbc that I try to keep up with. I commented to Whata SpoonStealer :

"I love the open plains. Corn, grass, wheat, beans, milo... with the horizon on the other side of eternity.

I feel hemmed in by the mountains. They're pretty. But they don't speak to me like the snow geese flying over in winter or the meadow-lark singing in the corn in summer or even the red-wing blackbird ambushing from the cattails, dive bombing all intuders.

So many beautiful places to see and experience."

And may I add... even when others see nothing.

8:26 p.m. I'm 'winding down'. I went to bed too early last night and I'm paying the price.

A bit of kerfuffle on boocfake but I'm ignoring it for now. I accomplished very little today and I don't need to be upset this late in the day. I may read ... although a bit of blockage there too.

Mama said there'd be days like this, there'd be days like this my mama said...

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