Ozymandias on my mind.
I have a poetry earworm. It’s not my first though they’re not as frequent as their musical cousins. Yesterday was a primo day for music earworms. Every other uttered sentence seemed to be lyrics from this song or that one, repeatedly inspiring my inner orchestra to lift bows. Deep sigh. Snarls by the end of the day. It’s not that I don’t like inner soundtracks, … Continue reading Ozymandias on my mind.
Taking compliments.
I’ve filled quite a few planters for the back deck this year. The usual azaleas and rhododendrons are sharing space with, among other things, three containers of potatoes. They’re doing quite well. I’m going to harvest one this week, in point of fact. The new potatoes are ready, so abundant that there’s too much pressure on the sacks to dig them out. Such is the … Continue reading Taking compliments.
spring morning.
I can’t write. It’s not working for me right now. I think it’s because I’ve got things locked up tight. There’s too much going on, too much that has to get done, and too many petty grievances. If I let things go, only a crater will remain. Perhaps I can send out invitations to those who annoy? I do find water painting to be a … Continue reading spring morning.
Watching “Under the Banner of Heaven.”
I’ve been watching “Under the Banner of Heaven,” a limited series on Disney+ via Starz by way of Hulu. Only four episodes have been released, so I’m watching it old-school, one episode a week. I’m not a fan of the slow unroll anymore. The frustration is intense. Streaming services trained me to binge-watch the things I like. What’s up with slowing me down now? What’s … Continue reading Watching “Under the Banner of Heaven.”
From Famine to Feast 