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January 4--You might have missed...
Jan. 4th, 2018 10:01 pmI get an email from LJ almost everyday titled, "You might have missed", which is about some journals I am supposed to check out. Strangely (or not) they are almost always the same journals, and are also some of the same journals listed in a side column on my LJ page titled "Interesting". I am guessing that people pay to have their journals promoted, but maybe they really are interesting enough that I am missing out on something by completely ignoring them. I may never know.
It rained a little last night, but was done by the time I was up and out. I walked in the park this morning. Two cycles instead of one. I captured all the portals in the park the first time around, and linked them all together the second go-round. I had the place to myself.
Some sinister trees threatening an abandoned baseball field.
Another sinister tree reminding me of my coronary arteries. "Don't eat that," it hisses.
(p.s.: black and white challenge for the brave!)
Malida talked with her mom this evening. We have a plot of land just outside the village, and are planning to build a little house there where we can stay when we are there. Today they started the first step, which is dumping 100 trucks-worth of soil for the foundation. Once dumped, the soil has to settle for a year before we can build, but Malida is already planning it out, all the way to the landscaping out front. She wants to know if I want my own room for an office, but I said no--just a shady spot outdoors.
I received a book in the mail. Lincoln in the Bardo, which was on at least a few of my friends favorite book lists. I read a bit of it, and am reminded of Winesburg, Ohio, which my grandfather gave me years ago. I am looking forward to reading it.
It rained a little last night, but was done by the time I was up and out. I walked in the park this morning. Two cycles instead of one. I captured all the portals in the park the first time around, and linked them all together the second go-round. I had the place to myself.
Some sinister trees threatening an abandoned baseball field.
Another sinister tree reminding me of my coronary arteries. "Don't eat that," it hisses.
(p.s.: black and white challenge for the brave!)
Malida talked with her mom this evening. We have a plot of land just outside the village, and are planning to build a little house there where we can stay when we are there. Today they started the first step, which is dumping 100 trucks-worth of soil for the foundation. Once dumped, the soil has to settle for a year before we can build, but Malida is already planning it out, all the way to the landscaping out front. She wants to know if I want my own room for an office, but I said no--just a shady spot outdoors.
I received a book in the mail. Lincoln in the Bardo, which was on at least a few of my friends favorite book lists. I read a bit of it, and am reminded of Winesburg, Ohio, which my grandfather gave me years ago. I am looking forward to reading it.
