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Started July 1st 2019 for contests, etc. as other blogs are filling up and have other purposes.  I'm starting a new blog because
I'll be linking to
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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| Sunny, pleasant morning. I went to market and bought a sticky bun from Irina. I went looking for blue hubbard squash and bought parsnips. On my way out Irina had a blueberry pastry! Her sister Amma brought some pastries from the other market. Lucky me! Then upon leaving I saw a giant pumpkin. And... blue hubbard... grown by Matias, age 11. He's gardened since age 6. $12 but it's a great keeper and I can put it somewhere and forget it for a month while I cook up my buttercup squash. I'm at Butterfly Herbs shaking. No clue why. Hard to drink my coffee... that bad. Time to write a postcard. Two written after I ate, drank and stopped shaking. Gary (whose birthday is tomorrow) and Petra are my 'victims'. No bite to what I wrote, but with the postal slowdown in the US, it may take an extra day or two to arrive. I called Gare yesterday, but no answer. I wonder whether Petra will read this before she gets my postcard and poem. As always, I realize I need to write more. And I need to do more in general. Angie gave me two plastic bags so I could get the big bad hubbard home. Very heavy. Added @ 5 pm: Cooked up flat noodles, added cream of asparagus, grated swiss, chicken and butter. Quite edible but bland. Bland will not kill me. I'm no longer shaking but this morning's incident raises questions. I entered two poems into Darleen's "Invalid Item"  yesterday. I need to write two more this week. One turned out to be a sonnet. I like writing to photos. I should write another postcard to what is depicted on it. I'll need to write to each of the following images as they both speak to me. ** Image ID #1989394 Unavailable ** I think of a corpse holding on to kindness/wonder/hope experienced through life. Even after the dark pale of death there is light and life. ** Image ID #1994264 Unavailable ** Those who cannot speak with their mouth speak with their eyes. This image evokes deep pain. I opened up my mail at home. I received a merit pin for third place in June's WDC Quotation Inspiration contest for
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