Porthole

May can't come soon enough.

42 degrees at midnight.

I no longer know about deadlines. I made a couple promises so I should at least give them a go.

Maybe travel will give me something to write about, although I doubt that that will matter.

I suspect that the sunshine this week will keep me from deep depression. And May is my favorite month.

39 degrees at 8:16.

Being so west skews our east-west axis. If noon is high noon then 6-6 is due east and west. But we're about 40 minutes behind. So... 6:40 or with DST 7:40. Add to the sun "yawning over the mountain" and it may be light out there early but the sun doesn't come in my windows before 7:40 regardless. Also, our coldest hour of the day is around 7 a.m., our warmest about 5-6 p.m. A 25-30 degree warmup is normal at this time of year. The lower the humidity the greater the gap.

52 degrees at 10:53. I took a shower, had a bologna-peanut-butter sandwich. Wrote a postcard to Gary.

63 at 13:53. Feels warmer in the sun. We'll be roasting tomorrow. Mailed postcard (a separate action from writing a postcard); groceries. I bought masa because I sure don't need bread.

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Finished 1000 Stars
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The east wind blew me away when will the west wind blow me back.
I moved away to where the east wind always blows.
A thousand miles isn't far enough.

I left everything behind except what I tucked into a pocket.
There you rest forever close to my heart.
A thousand years isn't time enough.

The stars above connect us with eternal promises.
The moon kindly looks down on us.
They know a thousand miles's not enough.

The ground waits patiently to receive my bones.
The sky awaits my soul.
Unitl I depart let the east wind blow.
Ten thousand years is not enough.

In response to Lilli's QOTD: "Depends on what you're baking. Joys and tears are both welcome ingredients. A dash of kindness can salvage almost anything. "

66 degrees at 15:47.

April in Costa Rica

Summer's dust is washed away. 7
Big bugs come out to play. 6
Birds now sit upon their nests. 7
We thank the rains; we're blest. 6

Roads to somewhere go nowhere, 7
the bridge no longer there. 6
Holy Week is over now. 7
No need to go to town. 6

Miss planting, you'll go hungry. 7
No time to be angry. 6
Not idyllic as it seems. 7
It's time to plant the beans 6

Pikachu

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