January 9, 2025
Happy Birthday, Chris Spicer.
I miss you.

It was a very busy day, started at 6:45 a.m.   My house was surrounded by clouds so I saw no sunrise, but I looked and I got up and folded laundry.   By 3 I had lived a full day, but it kept going.  It actually was quite pleasant, except,  do you know that getting prints made is pretty impossible in this town.   I went to three different places and finally Walgreens did them.  I was a little afraid the quality would be poor, but they're alright.   I just think it's sad that the digital world is taking over and people are not having things printed.  I'm going to find a good printer so I can print my own pieces.  I know I need a website to sell from, but I want so control over prints.  


    I need to complete this LAVA timeline in the next week and when I am done I believe I will begin to build my poetry manuscript.   I'm anxious to begin to pull my poetry together into a volume.   


My dreams have been other worldly this week.  I'm going to get my Freud's encyclopedia of dreams out and begin to look some of the symbolism up.  Last night I woke out of a dream about 1 a.m. and I actually texted EJ and told them that, but I didn't share any of the dream.  I remember thinking it was interesting and important to look at, but when I got up this morning I had no memory of it, only the recollection that it was interesting.   Lot of good that does me.  It's like I think I promised Sarah I would do something for her and other than promising I wouldn't die in the next ten years I don't remember what it was.  



I left my house for my rookery ride just at four.  The sky was just beginning to take on some color.  I thought maybe there were too many clouds, but not so.  When I was on the highway earlier the clouds looked like four giant blue whales swimming across the sky.  By the time I got home it was all one massive grey cloud.   But at four there were different systems all over the place and there were a lot of orange reflections on ice and hillsides.  I didn't see any big birds though, and no four legged creatures, not even the barn cats.   






More of a photographer today than a writer; more of a home owner than a photographer.  I was completely unable to multitask.  I couldn't talk and pump gas.  I also could feel myself get frustrated easily.   At the end of the day I had a long phone call with an old friend.   That was perfect.  Now I'm going back to a book and leave you all with pictures.  Hope people are finding the photos easily enough.  I really want to get off Facebook, but I like posting pictures.  Oh well, sleep tight.    




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  1. LizBeth Barnum RobinsonJanuary 10, 2025 at 9:55 AM

    These winter photos are helping me realign with Nature's rhythms. Your diary notes help to remind me that that the keel can be made even. Thanks.

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