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Friday, March 18, 2005 |
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I keep trying to find a quote, a paragraph in a book, that I can post here, something random but appropriate, because I just can't think of anything to say. But I'm not finding what I want, and so here I am. I drove out yesterday with my brother to the P.O. so he could show someone besides me that he was wearing a green shirt on St. Patrick's Day. I found there a couple of great magazines and a kitty-cat Easter card, all from my friend Jonah. The days since Tuesday or so have been of a uniform gray, an unvarying chill. The forecast has this lasting at least another ten days. I should go out and do spring work. Dig. Smash some willow wands into jugs of water to leach out rooting hormone for my planned conifer starts. Clip some conifer starts. Work in the greenhouse. I labored happily all morning on a poem that's almost there. I hope I can post it by Monday. I found some recipes for soft cookies I'll make on the weekend to send my uncle. My mother's older brother, my "Daddy Paul," will turn 75 on Easter Sunday. The oven here has an unreliable thermostat, so I'll have to watch these cookies with special care as they bake. Chewing is an issue for him these days. 12:51:54 PM  comment []
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