A terminal for all blogs coming in or going out. A view into my life. |
Started July 1st 2019 for contests, etc. as other blogs are filling up and have other purposes. I'm starting a new blog because
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I've started an appendix (I no longer have one personally) to keep track of my Space Cadet journals for Space Blog. It's a work constantly under construction. Mind the mess.
I needed to start a folder for contests as there are so many deadlines and details to remember.
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Finished and posted: "Nightfuries" "Spirit of the Big Orange Squash" "PPC#19 As the sky lowers [257] (dream dust)" "PPC#20 Anarchy [256] (Campfire)" Since the prizes are great I really need to enter this: "What a Character! : Official WDC Contest" What would be the barrier? Language, custom, talking/miming in metaphor, is this a human, cat, alien, alien cat. I need to check my lists and get a move on. Castle Rock, Montana (postcard) You invite me for dinner, a table set for multitudes, a mile high and draped in rainbows of rock and scree. A setting that changes with the seasons, yet fit for eternity. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga, [178.259] Sent to susanL in Minnesota. The rock is biotite granodiorite. Early Sunday Morning 1930 (Edward Hopper) There comes a shortening... ...to the shadows at the break of Sunday as the shop still shut, waits for the barber to show up ...and to our life when our hair's been cut, as our best suit's laid out to prepare us for eternity. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga, [178.258] A response to Cappucine who wrote "'Same fog, same conscious movements. Feeling fat, slow, slothy. Elderly, doddery, foggy.' I have a bit of this. It makes me hesitant about travel, something I looked forward to a couple years ago. At least I got out today. If I do that everyday my fog may lift (along with my depression). Now about my weight..." To Tgifisher: "Wonderful memory. I sat in the old drugstore downtown today (now Butterfly Herbs). It still has a counter and booths in back where I can get a milkshake (I like fire&ice = chocolate-cayenne). I was surprised when one kid ordered a raspberry Italian soda. It's a tea and coffee and herbs and ... everything place with tin ceilings and high shelves with a rolling ladder. Awesome atmosphere. They were playing the Tennessee Waltz today..." I restrained myself and didn't add that I have no similar memories from my childhood. I had no allowance. I had no money. I do remember Kresge's. Root beer floats and comics were considered frivolous... and I had no money. |