had over 1,200 entries and that was getting close to full. I don't want to trim it by deletion. I did that once, much to my dismay. Will be used more for poetry.
Watt's Gnus (18+) On topics and today's gnus. Definitely opinionated. Set to 18+ for a reason. #1439092 by Kåre เลียม Enga
come out of a need to share interesting stuff I come across. When I was young I did a small newsletter named as such. (or was it column in the newsletter? Been 30 years... I think.)
is where I put my flash fictions. Maybe someday I'll figure it out and have enough good ones to publish. Ratings vary and some are hidden from view.
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.
Blogville (XGC) Where bloggers meet and greet to read and share. No required prompt. Alias: blogville. #2253938 by Kåre เลียม Enga
is for posting personal blog entries in hope that folks will comment and post their blog entries there as well. I will be commenting on all blog entries posted. It's my effort to rebuild a blogging community.
Lots of things checked . That's good, right? Or did you just list those checked? Doesn't matter. Sounds like reasonably good trip. Relax now and recover.
At least the Lions made it forward. The first time since 1991.
It was a winter 80 here with cool shadows. Started with rain by the shore that washed out to sea. The sun tried to dodge the clouds all day, but it was a losing battle. Did flash green as it ducked goodbye heading your way.
Winter Wonderin' Wanderin' You capture the purpose of this blog. Balance is elusive for me. If I'm depressed I can see my accomplishments. If I'm smug I can see the pain. If I think I haven't lived... I must admit that I once was alive.
Ah, this is life, the mundane mixed with moments of wonder. We need to eat so ,we think about it, prepare for it, do it. We need to socialize so, we seek it out wherever we can find it. Sometimes, we need to wander without any goals or purpose. We observe. We marvel. We breathe. Not everything requires scheduling.
Another dreary day at home. Yes, I should take a walk. No, I'm not motivated to do so.
Heated up some Progresso soup. Ate a bologna sandwich. Started to clean out the refrigerator of food I'm not eating. I can pick up a lunch M-F at the Senior Center but it comes 'as is' which includes stuff I won't eat.
Coffee ... added some cinnamon to the last pot.
I wrote "April 25: muse on a disease or illness of any kind [50]" in about 5 minutes as a poem titled "Parasite", musing whether my muse is just that ... wondering where it will wander when I die. Editing and posting took longer than writing it. It will probably need another edit but I really like how I used the near rhymes: sucked, husk, dust, next. KT, SK, ST and KST are very close and the three short 'uh' vowels are the same. I got lucky by-the-way, it wasn't intentional at first.
Is my Muse a parasite? Not saying it is ... I think of a dear friend as my muse. It's easier to think of it as being symbiotic ... but that's probably just a figment of my imagination as well.
In any case ... I don't want to annoy my muse too much. I rely too much upon him. Maybe I'm the parasite?
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