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 Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
| ...so I'll just have to be me. Me... simply me... Of course, I still have to figure out who I am. At my age you'd think that that would be easy. And... may I say... it is easier in a way. But so many years of having to conform to other people's expectations... and worse, my own... at times, I not so sure.  Woke up to very light snow in the air. Big flakes are lovelier but I shan't complain. The north channel of the river that flows past my place is clogged. The water is flowing down the south channel where it seldom does. Channels might shift. I shan't worry much. I just posted 70 photos from Barga, Portugal at facebook. Even if I don't get to travel this winter, I still have thousands of photos to remind me of voyages past. I shan't be bored. The landscape of marriage in the U.S. is changing day-to-day. But unless someone offers... I shan't be scared. I'm writing on page 3.892 in Book 44 of my journal (a neverending letter to a friend started December 9, 2003). I shan't stop yet.I can become scattered brained and start tasks and not complete them. Also, I'm an idea person more than an accomplisher. I note my successes when I can. Since I often become depressed, this helps. 52,537 |
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