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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
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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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| The third month of the Badi calender used by Baha'is around the world is Jamal. It means Beauty. A whole 19 days of Beauty. It dawned bright today. And yes, sitting in the mountain shadow it isn't always bright, especially if it's cloudy. 50 degrees at 8:44. Covid vaxx is almost 50% here in Missoula but there are still cases. Certain rural counties in East Montana are barely over 20%. Flathead (Kalispell) is lagging behind (35%... maybe... and constant outbreaks). It's a very wealthy/impoverished conservative area. Kosovo is at 10% according to a friend who lives in Ferizaj. Entire countries could be vaccinated with the unused vaccines that Americans are refusing. I commented to Viv just now: "Lists help me sometimes. If I remember to check them... I do the weekly list here at WDC and sometimes remember. It's the end of the month; therefore, contests must be written for or not... Oddly, it may be not this month. I will post something silkpunk today. I've been working on it. Just like I work on cleaning and uncluttering this place (a priority). I go very very slow. I blog daily. I journaled daily for years. This past year? There is little to share. My blog becomes a mindless bog of minutiae collecting the daily dust." 73 hazy degrees. I went out wth a light-weight long sleeve shirt and a vest. Egg salad sandwich. Limonada con hierba buena. I started cleaning out the fridge this morning and need to do more so I have something to take to the dumpster tomorrow. Posted: "Silkpunk task #4 characters part 2"  "Steampunk Assignment #5 Běidì (北帝) meets the boys [75]" Frantically wrote: "A year playing dead" "Call us Boss" "What month am I? " Last minute hysteria. I did most of my goals this week. 63 degrees at 10 p.m! I even shaved my beard off today. With my hair pulled back I looked quite human. |
| 55 degrees and warming up at 10:10 in the morning. Got up later than I should've. I'll see Angie today and Travis but need to arrange something to take down to the dumpster before I venture out to see friends. Eating an egg salad sandwich. Coffee. But feeling faint. Not a good sign. I really can't go back to bed. 74 degrees (warmest since autumn) at 2:22 and still rising. It seems warmer in spring of course than in autumn. It's been a long time. Talked to Angie. She's part-Greek and from Butte which explains quite a bit. Missoulians aren't near as friendly. Took down old papers. I did go through them first and found a newspaper photo taken in Tromso on soldag. I hate how I looked that day, but whatever... Scored bread pudding and grapes when I met with friends. Still 74 at 4:20. Perhaps some haze. I did get some more done. Even rechecked my broken coffee grinder when I found some old unground beans ... before I threw it out. Fussed with it, now it works. Made fresh coffee. Ate the bread pudding. Washed the grapes but ate just one. Entered a poem into "Poetic Traditions Poetry Contest " "Regression" and into Taboo: "We are Yellow [42]" Worked on silkpunk. 65 degrees at 9:15 p.m. Didn't get to see Travis  So much to do. I need to clean out the fridge but I want to do it when I can take the bag out to the trash. Tomorrow is soon enough. |
| 42 degrees at midnight. I no longer know about deadlines. I made a couple promises so I should at least give them a go. Maybe travel will give me something to write about, although I doubt that that will matter. I suspect that the sunshine this week will keep me from deep depression. And May is my favorite month. 39 degrees at 8:16. Being so west skews our east-west axis. If noon is high noon then 6-6 is due east and west. But we're about 40 minutes behind. So... 6:40 or with DST 7:40. Add to the sun "yawning over the mountain" and it may be light out there early but the sun doesn't come in my windows before 7:40 regardless. Also, our coldest hour of the day is around 7 a.m., our warmest about 5-6 p.m. A 25-30 degree warmup is normal at this time of year. The lower the humidity the greater the gap. 52 degrees at 10:53. I took a shower, had a bologna-peanut-butter sandwich. Wrote a postcard to Gary. 63 at 13:53. Feels warmer in the sun. We'll be roasting tomorrow. Mailed postcard (a separate action from writing a postcard); groceries. I bought masa because I sure don't need bread. (╥﹏╥) Finished 1000 Stars ಥ╭╮ಥ  + The east wind blew me away when will the west wind blow me back. I moved away to where the east wind always blows. A thousand miles isn't far enough. I left everything behind except what I tucked into a pocket. There you rest forever close to my heart. A thousand years isn't time enough. The stars above connect us with eternal promises. The moon kindly looks down on us. They know a thousand miles's not enough. The ground waits patiently to receive my bones. The sky awaits my soul. Unitl I depart let the east wind blow. Ten thousand years is not enough. In response to Lilli's QOTD: "Depends on what you're baking. Joys and tears are both welcome ingredients. A dash of kindness can salvage almost anything. "66 degrees at 15:47. April in Costa Rica Summer's dust is washed away. 7 Big bugs come out to play. 6 Birds now sit upon their nests. 7 We thank the rains; we're blest. 6 Roads to somewhere go nowhere, 7 the bridge no longer there. 6 Holy Week is over now. 7 No need to go to town. 6 Miss planting, you'll go hungry. 7 No time to be angry. 6 Not idyllic as it seems. 7 It's time to plant the beans 6 Pikachu ⢀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣤⣶⣶ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣀⣀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠉⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠛⠉⠁⠀⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠿⠿⠿⠻⠿⠿⠟⠿⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⢰⣹⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣭⣷⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠈⠉⠀⠀⠤⠄⠀⠀⠀⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢾⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⡠⠤⢄⠀⠀⠀⠠⣿⣿⣷⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢄⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿ 4332 |
| Ulpiana beckons I'm as conflicted as Kosovo, constricted by history and heritage to consume myself, leaving nothing but crumbs among ruins. Under Serbian cornfields shards of Rome rest to be uncovered as if peace could be discovered between the bombs and besa of Albanians. I feel passion tearing me to pieces. I have always been content with crumbs. (I've always survived/lived off of crumbs) I have a flag of Kosovo on my kitchen counter. I look at it and wish I were there. There are many places, so many places to visit that I'll never visit; yet, I have been blessed. 40 degrees at 10:01 in the morning. A moment of symmetry. Should've gotten up earlier but here I sit with my first coffee. Already dunked my cookie. I didn't share (which I realize implies that I have someone to share with; I don't). Waching "1000 Stars". I'm in a weepy mood. Thai series do that. I'm not quite sure why. I wonder what I'll feel when I visit Thailand. 59 at 3:37.  I should be happy. I'm "vertical" but without energy. |
| The wind had freshened and the junks stayed snug in Lugang's harbor. Poh faced the breeze as his blue jacket flapped and smiled. Only the desperate with something to hide would venture out today. He intended to find out their secrets. Poh grabbed some egg pancakes (蛋餅) and Rice Balls (飯糰) and went to the hanger early to make sure his blue-over-blue flying-fish was stocked, fueled and ready for a rough ride; he carried his camera over his right shoulder. When Chok showed up with deep-fried red mud-shrimp he smiled even more. They would feast today. Tossing about with his best friend was always fun. Maybe they would have to hang on to each other! Once aloft, the white caps in the bay were beckoning. They steered the two-seat mini-dirigible towards Anping. If there were trouble that's where they'd find it. I have to write a silkpunk story. I need to know my characters deeply. I need to know my location circa 1895; I need to revisit it. A time-machine would be helpful. Midnight in Montana (later this afternoon in Taiwan). 39 calm degrees in Missoula. 81 and breezy in Lugang at 1 in the afternoon. 47 pleasant calm degrees at 11:30. I've had hot and cold water for a half hour now. It's been a week of cheerfully coping but this will make life easier. I need to take a quick shower and go out to see friends. Choose something to lug down to the dumpster. 53 grey degrees at 2:30 p.m. I saw friends today. Ben gave me two cookies to dunk in my coffee.  Must 1. set new goals. 2. choose an area to clean. 3. go through boxes. 4. have something to take to the dumpster tomorrow. Every day will make a difference. 26-32 April goals:  1. clean 2. unclutter (some)  3. give things away 4. off to the dumpster 5. enter 5 April contests. (barely)I mustn't give up. There's far too much to do. 54 degrees at 5:22. Saw Bri who said that there's a new philipino store in town. She gave me two "Sky Flakes" cracker sandwiches. Interesting flavor that reminds of something else I ate ... but where? Not here! I need to focus... |
| 51 dreary degrees at a few minutes to noon. Will rain later. I went though some coins, looking at each one-by-one, sorting by country, by oddities, by dollars-pennies, quarters, nickle-dimes. I try to travel with 1976 quarters, Montana quarters, a few dollars. some people actually are interested in these things. Something from their birthyear, from their grandparents time, a particular place or event. Most people don't care. Money = buying something and nothing more. It's transactional as has no intrinsic worth. But years ago I gave quarters to Argentina in Costa Rica. She was thrilled to collect every state as they came out. For me, I was amazed at the beauty of the 20 franc note of Switzerland when I visited Geneva. Came across a 1/2 franc coin yesterday. And Iceland, Bulgaria... My nerves are going. Anxiety rising. Still haven't found my glasses and something else has been misplaced... no idea... no short memory. Need to get some things to the dumpster. That might help because it will be an "accomplishment". I ate a pork-burger with Italian spices, garlic and peanut butter instead of mayo. I drank my coffee with hazelnut-chocolate. I'm bored and getting desperate. Written yesterday: "Eeyore's birthday glee [56]" "Regression [57]" 53 at 4:33. The sun did peak out for a short time. I should take stuff down to the dumpster before the evening rains. Europe is opening up. Greece? Found a nice place in Athens. Do I dare? 45 chilly rainy degrees at 7:07.  I went through the big black garbage bag. No glasses. No 'kitchen caddy'. Haven't found either. I did find some mealy worms though. A couple tried to adopt me but I don't need any pets. THe geraniums are more than I can handle. They're blooming by the way. The one I rescued last autumn has three bright red flower heads in bloom. So! Off to the dumpster. Apricots in bloom. Picked tarragon. Took a photo of an early-blooming iris. Stopped tovisit Trav on the way back up. Tea.  4322 |
| Skyer , 41 grader, kvart på ti. Not awake yet. Finished the Thai series I was rewatching (yes, the full version this time). Must find something else to distract me while I "clean". I need to remind myself that I'm making progress and cannot stall now. I do have some writing I need to catch up on. The advantage of a blah blah blog? I've had 4 comments by 3 people since Fool's Day (101 views). And that gives me the depression that no one's reading and that allows me to wallow in my willows without worrying about atrocious alliteration or rabid rhyme. Or bothering to make it interesting. It's 10 a.m. and I'm barely awake. Grey day ahead and rain in the evening. Nice days still forecast Måndag til Laurdag. Biden recognizes the genocide of the Armenians (circa 1915). The Armenian hymn Der Voghormia: Femti grader klokka ett.  .Ate once. Another kuppa and pork-burger? Ate bacon-bean soup but added too much water. Solution? Add ditalini. Berre femti grader klokka fire. Just going through stuff, like papers, coins, souvenirs, odds and ends. Which may not seem like much but it's making progress. Need to go look out the window. Rain. Klokka ti over halv tolv. 43 grader. Time to finish things up and not go to bed so late. |
| 36 wet-snow degrees at midnight. I'm lying in bed, which is what I shouldn't be doing. My motivation is not "in gear". 34 at 3:04 a.m. I did some cleaning and now need to take a shower and go to bed. 37 cloudy degrees at 10:37 a.m. Might get up to 51. Normal is 60/33 so it's a cool stretch right now. Today would be average for March 19. Not as tired as I ought to be but a coffee is next on the agenda. Took the ice cream out and then couldn't find it... not a good sign. Still haven't found my glasses. It was nice to sit with friends again today: Phil, Bill, Ben, Laxmi. Scored a free meal. Picked up two loaves of potato bread and one loaf of buttermilk bread. I have plenty of bread now for 3 weeks. I'll make room in the freezer. Forgot to take something down to the dumpster. My bad. Should I go out later (questionable) then I'll need to have both hands full. The 42 steps going down are okay; it's their evil cousins I fear on the way back up. 51 pleasant degrees at 6:19. It could be a damp weekend but next week looks like it's going to be a warm and pleasant end of April. I'm in the mood to mop. Don't ask me why. Each day my place looks a little bit better. Slow and very slow but in the right direction. Oddly I think the sunshine and longer days are improving my mood. "Cymbeline [54]" "Old Mother told us [55]" |
| 46 degrees at 10:30 p.m. Mopped after doing some cleaning. Some Thai: สอง [S̄xng] = two ยี่สิบสอง [Yī̀s̄ib s̄xng] =22 ตลอดไปยี่สิบสอง [Tlxd pị yī̀s̄ib s̄xng] = forever 22 ยี่สิบสองตลอดไป [Yī̀s̄ib s̄xng tlxd pị] = 22 forever "x" is an open vowel. The diacritics are tone. Thai phrases don't leave space between words. 38 cloudy and not so cold degrees at 8:40 a.m. Did manage to do some cleaning before going to bed. Still not quite sure why I can clean when I'm dead tired and not while I have energy. No word on when the plumber is coming. So... off to the post office and then to visit friends. 42 degrees at 3:24 and damp. Never warmed up and it rained with more forecast. Just a bank statement waiting for me at the post office. Saw friends and then had Travis join me for tea and sympathy. I couldn't find my glasses before heading out. Hope to find them before bedtime. Slowly going through books to be kept, given away or tossed. |
| ... wish I were there. I'm only posting because I wrote a poem, "Bittersweet [51]" and I'm a bit sore and avoiding doing more before I go to bed.I need to finish the table and counter and... 35 degrees and warming at 9:30 a.m. Up by 9? Coffee and reading the news = awake ... kinda. 53 degrees and rising at 1:49 (high noon), sunny. Saw friends. Was gifted spaghetti (cheese, onion, roasted garlic). Everything they make has olives in it. Bought groceries. Salted caramel ice cream was on sale. Need to check stuff on-line and get at cleaning the floor. Wrote two poems: "Of Nature [52]" and "Old saints say... [53]" . 60 pleasant degrees at 6:47. I have my window open. I responded to Amy, "Love and communication. Hard IRL if one person in the relationship is non-verbal or a non-communicator. It leads to real life misunderstandings. I've watched 2 Thai TV series recently. In one the lack of communication is part of the plot. Like me thinking... "answer the phone!" or "tell the truth!" The audience is dropped into an unhealthy relationship and the question becomes whether the characters will work through it... or not. In the other it's a ghost/human interaction so it's "complicated" and yet it's obvious by watching the faces and how the two characters are interacting. The audience knows they are falling in love before they do and long before they admit it. The love story is the core (with tension building but without the angst) but the plot is a mystery, a "whodunit" and "why". Very different stories but love and communication is important to both." Working on silk/steampunk: "Part III Silk/steampunk assignment" |
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