Enga mellom fjella

Buggy and slushy

me:

Bug day. Landlord is spraying. I've only seen 4 since they sprayed a couple weeks ago. I was expecting more. But... it was time to spray again regardless.

Slush. About 3 inches. Mountains are white and beautiful. Skies and streets are grey.

Another sci-fi book. Light reading.

Sat down and worked on "there comes a softening..." again. I have quite a few proto-poems.

Still don't know what I'll do tomorrow. There are various dinners I can go to for Thanksgiving Day. Or... I could just stay home and have a salmon burger...

Today is a day I make phone calls. Already talked to my mother. Hard to catch other folks though. I don't use my phone every day. Saving quite a bit of money by not using my phone every day.

My mother in Buffalo says that all the snow is gone. Wind and warm weather but they were spared from severe flooding. Now cold again.

Still undecided about game on Saturday. I'll go or not go. It would be something to do. Holidays may be wonderful for some folks but they are dreary for me. I don't celebrate them in general (Thanksgiving I have in the past but no family here) so I'm not caught up in the hysteria that surrounds anything and everything in this consumer society. The religious side of it? I feel left out. And some of the customs annoy me at best. So... I slog through this upcoming 4 weeks. Usually by traveling. Apparently... not this year.

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