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Midnight madness ... or just midnight ...

... or just madness

I told Robert:

If I don't help someone and they die, is it my fault?
If I help someone and they die, is it my fault?

The answer to both questions is no, it's not my fault.

But if I help I'll probably be blamed. It's one reason why Fauci is blamed and DJT is given a pass.

It's why people don't help at times.

Midnight and 35f degrees, 2c.

I did pick up a new book. A bit too late to read though. *sigh*

11:40 and 36 misty degrees here between mountains. Our mountains glisten. 100/105% snowpack, so we're okay until summer. This is naturally short-grass, scrub and ponderosa. Quite dry. Water matters.

I told Lilli, responding to QOTD:

"I am looking at my toaster-oven. I buy everything second-hand and I've had it for years so it's nothing to look at! But... these two rooms with two south facing windows heat up in summer (3rd floor, no awning, no trees, blinds but I have plants and no other windows) and I don't have a/c.

So... many years ago I turned off the oven. The pilot lights were roasting me but I kept the stove on and now the oven collects pots and pans.

Since I live alone, the toaster-oven works well for me."

I told Judith, responding to her blog:

"Thank-you for this entry. As a traveler I mostly meet younger people and because I like strangers from strange lands I engage them. And... because I talk to everyone first and I don't ask permission I draw out shy quiet people.

Yes, I know that that's annoying. Yes, it's not always culturally acceptable. Yes, some young American women think a man is going to rape them if he smiles and says hello (a whole 'nother issue). BUT, I use my age to my advantage and I share... whatever. I don't need to ask more than 5 questions to find something in common.

Sometimes I forget that I'm old!

Young people react to me as their crazy uncle or dotty grandfather or retired professor. I'm fine with that as long as it works.

I also interact with pets, animals, trees... There's beauty all around us and if I'm with someone I'll point that out.

I like to imagine that I'd do that with aliens as well."

To Cappucine:

"To Pollyannas I must seem to wallow in my sorrows. Truthfully? At this moment I'm basking in sunshine, noticing the green of my plants and a bright red geranium. And I just ate an 'interesting' concoction of ricotta, cheese-broccoli, tuna and pasta (no recipe).

I write better when I'm depressed or at least when I'm not agitated. I do nap. I do daydream. In some ways I've made Sadness my friend.

I wring out every tear to water my Muse."

38 degrees and slowly cooling at 8:39 p.m.

Only one mild upset in women's bball today: Michigan (6); no exciting games at all.

The men's Sweet Sixteen has 7 teams with a seed 6 or over. Imho opinion? I think they goofed up with some of the seeding, but with due respect, it was a quirky year.

I wrote two poems today:

"Windpump [3]" 
"Þimbleberries Þieves (Thimbleberry Thieves) [178.4] " 

I'm "caught up".

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