Porthole

May the Ides of April gaze gently upon you

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  ███████          PORTHOLE           ███████

SPRING: 4 Jalal 177 (11 April 2020)
O SON OF THE SUPREME!
I have made death a messenger of joy to thee.
Wherefore dost thou grieve?
I made the light to shed on thee its splendor.
Why dost thou veil thyself therefrom?
- Hidden Words of Bahá’u’lláh A32

MY THOUGHTS

I know I worry too much, but having a Plan B and knowing where the exit was became a pathway to survival. And although I may not always thrive, I have survived.

WEATHER (April 12)

2°. 2 p.m. in Missoula
18°. 4 p.m. in Buffalo
23°. 4 p.m. Fayetteville, North Carolina
24°. 2 p.m. in Cartago, Costa Rica

IMAGES

Snowclouds in the mountains north of here. Sunshine in the valley. Calm. Cold. My kolanchoe has begun to flower orange, the geraniums continue in pink and purple, the stick plant holds onto February with a few last yellow blooms.

White and yellow are the colors outside. The sun grows stronger and greets the daffodils in gold. The forsythia opens one bud to test the temp and I pinch a leaf of tarragon and taste it's mintiness.

POULTRY

Today's poem: "April 12 prompt: a poem with a door in it #30" 

Yesterday's poem: "April 11 poem--technology or artificial intelligence" 

PORK

I wrote

STATIC

2 a.m. at the all-night café (270w) #29  (18+) <300 words flash fiction. Prompt: “Don’t go outside” #2218940 by Kåre Enga in Udon Thani

a flash fiction for "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge"  a contest started in 2004 before I even joined WDC. I wasn't inspired by the prompt, but then my quote for the day became an opening idea and ... well ... it flowed from there. Started an hour before the deadline! Sometimes it just spills out of me ... like coffee.

READING

Finished with "Guardian of the Veil" by Gregory Spencer.

QUOTE

"He felt more manly with this drink ... at least until he added cream and sugar." page 368

MOVIETIME

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

MY LIFE

Does boiling potatoes count? How about getting up this morning. Coffee?

I did finally boil some chicken, boiled farfalle in the chicken broth, added the potatoes and made a meal for two. I live alone.

SENIOR CENTER and COFFEEHOUSE

Sunday and it's a wee bit cold to go out but I did go around the block and ran into Nick, a fellow writer. He asked whether I was documenting this event. Of course I am! In my journal, this blog, in poetry and rants, on spacebook. As isolated as I feel, I am aware.

O PINIONS! and WATT'S GNUS

Plenty, but my mind is elsewhere today.

BLOGVILLE

30DBC: Sometimes the prompts do not speak to me or do not apply. A do-over for a room in my house? Which of my two rooms would I choose? I'd just as soon have someone come and help me unclutter and clean.

I did comment to QPdoll "... the home I grew up in was 960 sq ft with concrete walls! Knocking a wall out would've been major work and could've compromised the structural integrity. The kitchen was tiny and we tended to be kitchen people! The phone was there among other assorted things. Built/bought in 1951, my sister still lives there."

                                                                                                                                           

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