L'aura del Campo

Mundane

Mundane

Monday and the sun rises over the mountain ridge.
Morning's mutter... too many mms.
I often dreamt of moving to a state with the first letter M. But it was always Minnesota or Mississippi. Never Montana, never a city like MizAloo. More mms.
Now I follow the routine of movement from bed to a chair at the Senior Center, meeting friends.
Monday: fried chicken, mashed taters and sweet potaters. A lunch meal for four dollars: coffee, buttermilk biscuits, tomato soup.. milk.
Goals: make a list, make it short, make it...
Write, edit, post. Take photos, edit, post. Call my mother? Not this Monday.
Keep track of the mundane in a journal. Remember to make note how much the last trip cost. Make plans for Mandalay, Myanmar, Manila... yet more mmms.
Mere busy work; yet, the day becomes full, there are moments to jot down.
Long before midnight: make hot cocoa, add milk.

Just a musing about my mundane life...

© Kåre Enga [16.january.2017]