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.
Maid of the Mist Most Macabre 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.
Two gallons of milk balanced with each hand. $6.50 lighter in the pocket. Room made in the fridge. Fragrant yellowed cottage cheese thrown out. It dawned sunny, a crisp -5ºc warming to +2. My cough is subsiding, the raw throat not as pained. Third day back and time crawls slowly between my bed and the swivel chair behind the geraniums too weak to cry out when I returned. 10 weeks of neglect. No blooms but now they have been watered. I'm not dreaming of my next trip yet. Too frightened that I may be severely ill from my own stupidity. Even downloading my thousands of photos or writing a short story may have to wait. There's time... I reassure myself... not believing it.
I'm back in Montana. I should be back to blogging regularly. The trip had highlights and lowlights. Not feeling well today (I did something stupid earlier this week). I'm looking good though...
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. That's good, right? Or did you just list those checked? 
