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Started July 1st 2019 for contests, etc. as other blogs are filling up and have other purposes. ![]() My new new new blog is
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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"Guardian of the Veil" by Gregory Spencer. "There are stories in this waters ... tales of struggles and fears. I feel the voices between my fingers. I'm carrying their tears." p. 63 Spoke to 6 people today. Only took one walk. Boiled up eggs. Earlier made hash browns. Living on coffee. Just used the last 2 slices of bread for an egg-salad sandwich. Tomorrow is my regular grocery day. I'm not accomplishing much of anything. My life is 'on hold' like so many others. Living alone compounds the loneliness. They were offering spaghetti at the Sr. Center. Ix-nay. Bought scone at Bernice's Bakery. Their employees artwork is up on the walls. Looking good. Our Dear Leader is consolidating his power. Bit by precious bit. If he is not replaced, we may as well crown him King and be done with it. At 319 cases Montana has a rate of about .31 per 1.000. However, Bozeman has 119 which is a rate of about 1.1. New York State is at 6.5 and New Jersey around 4.5. USA is 1.2; Spain 3.0; Iceland 4.6; San Marino 8.2. Small places can easily be overwhelmed. Blaine County, Idaho has 428 cases among a population of 22,000. That's a rate of 19.5. Numbers are numbing but in Boise there's an effort to have a large Easter gathering in defiance of state law. Katya the Poet I have been doing the Dew with the Dew Drop Inn poetry challenge. I'm not doing the 30DBC and I haven't been commenting as much as usual. That means I'm receiving very few views and hardly any comments. ![]() |