Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
| ME: I feel like a big kid! I toted my Compaq across the street to Bernice's. After working on the Acer's tiny screen and tiny keyboard (and the Palm's... Coffee and Parmesan rolls will suffice for now. At home I got rid of a can of herring and borszcz yesterday. That was after a lunch of meatloaf and rosemary potatoes. At least I eat well. Been re-watching season one of Queer as Folk. I prefer not to watch television (it's on vhs tape) and seldom listen to music . I prefer quiet. But summer is a down season for me. Estivation R Us! If I could trademark it I would. Maybe I'll get around to finishing Carnavale? Writing is fine; reading is fine. After blogging (I should rad a few as well) I have a stack of old poems to look through. That chore is coming along slowly. I'm looking forward to re-arranging boxes and putting some stuff back in "storage". I want my room back! Tuesday is a quiet day in Missoula. Have things planned or opportunities every day of the week... except for Tuesdays. Odd that! Anyhoo, hope y'all doing fine. I need to go read blogs... 19,721 |