Reset Forty-Eight, Day Twelve
Feb. 26th, 2023 06:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphSaturday brought much of what I wanted but was still disappointing. The store made a couple of unfortunate substitutions to my order, and my brain failed me when I wrote a list for a few items my niece picked up for me at Trader Joe's and I ended up with some (ech) milk chocolate instead of the dark I invariably buy. These things will bring daily reminders for several weeks to come. Trivial stuff, I know, but very annoying when your world grows as circumscribed as mine has.
Saturday was dry but mostly cloudy. Today is to be wet again, and cold. There will probably be more snow in the mountains over the next few days. I'm fine with that, as long as my electric blanket keeps working. I still look forward to going to sleep, but perhaps somewhat less now that I won't have dark chocolate to eat. I've never been very inclined to look forward to getting up, and even less now that I'll be eating bad donuts. Those are the breaks, and my life is nothing if not broke these days. I'll just have to spend more time in my fantasy worlds.
Sunday Verse
by Galway Kinnell
1
We walk across the snow,
The stars can be faint,
The moon can be eating itself out,
There can be meteors flaring to death on earth,
The Northern Lights can be blooming and seething
And tearing themselves apart all night,
We walk arm in arm, and we are happy.
2
You in whose ultimate madness we live,
You flinging yourself out into the emptiness,
You – like us – great an instant,
O only universe we know, forgive us.
Saturday was dry but mostly cloudy. Today is to be wet again, and cold. There will probably be more snow in the mountains over the next few days. I'm fine with that, as long as my electric blanket keeps working. I still look forward to going to sleep, but perhaps somewhat less now that I won't have dark chocolate to eat. I've never been very inclined to look forward to getting up, and even less now that I'll be eating bad donuts. Those are the breaks, and my life is nothing if not broke these days. I'll just have to spend more time in my fantasy worlds.
Sunday Verse
On Frozen Fields
by Galway Kinnell
1
We walk across the snow,
The stars can be faint,
The moon can be eating itself out,
There can be meteors flaring to death on earth,
The Northern Lights can be blooming and seething
And tearing themselves apart all night,
We walk arm in arm, and we are happy.
2
You in whose ultimate madness we live,
You flinging yourself out into the emptiness,
You – like us – great an instant,
O only universe we know, forgive us.
