Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
| It's raining; it's dreary. No big storms around here though. I'm getting on the internet more often and at odd hours, so I might catch up on blog-reading, or I might not! Need to stay focused and go through my things, consolidate, toss, and move on. Staying where I am is not going to work out. My bank balance says I can afford to go wherever whenever I want. Read older poems last night. Can't say I did that well. Oh well. Jackie and Izzy amazed me and that was a pleasant surprise. Saw Elizabeth Shultz and hope to get to her reading on the 13th. I might change my blog around a bit. Or do different blogs and rotate between them. Theme based is one idea that works for many people. Posting poetry has worked for me (forces me to edit); but, I'm not quite satisfied. Well ... not in much of a blogging mood today ... maybe later or tomorrow? Peace, Kåre. Kansas: 66º and wet. 4517 |