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Not Eating Tide Pods [Jan. 21st, 2018|08:55 pm]
The rain started falling not long after nightfall, but hasn't started falling very hard yet. Around midday we were treated to a splendid sky, with dark, blue-gray clouds around the horizon in every direction, but an expansive, bright dome above, with an unbroken mass of thin clouds allowing the sun to pass so that shadows were distinct, but no hint of clear blue sky anywhere.

Half an hour later the dark clouds from the horizon had spread everywhere except for a long, narrow strip of pale clouds which had moved above the mountains. Later it turned into a conventional gray day, getting colder and colder. It's been getting colder ever since. It almost feels cold enough to snow right now, but it might not actually get quite that cold tonight.

The next storm, which arrives Wednesday, might get that cold though. The forecast shows a window of opportunity for snow from three o'clock Thursday morning until noon. If it happens and I'm awake I'll get to see the snow actually falling. It's been along time since I've seen a real snowfall by daylight. I just hope the power stays on, because watching from a cold house would diminish the pleasure considerably.

But the next storm promised to be wetter than this one as well as colder, so we should be getting some snowpack built up on the mountains. Probably not enough to catch up with the seasonal normal for this time of year, but it will help.
I'm still worried about the likelihood of water shortages next summer. It was such a luxury to be able to water as much as I needed last summer.

But I am running late again. There are murders on television tonight. Only crude, tacky American murders at nine o'clock, but there will be stylish English murders at eleven. They will be my reward for having watched those crude, tacky American murders. It's called paying dues.

Sunday Verse

A Note Left on the Door

by Mary Oliver

There are these: the blue
skirts of the ocean walking in now, almost
to the edge of town,

and a thousand birds, in their incredible wings
which they think nothing of, crying out

that the day is long, the fish are plentiful.

And friends, being as kind as friends can be,
striving to lift the darkness.

Forgive me, Lord of honeysuckle, of trees,
of notebooks, of typewriters, of music,
that there are also these:

the lover, the singer, the poet
asleep in the shadows.


[User Picture]From: daisydumont
2018-01-22 09:57 pm (UTC)
I hope you get more snow in the mountains! I hope we do, too. The Cascades, I noticed on my trip to Tulalip last week, are only very snowy on the highest peaks. The rest might be dotted with a bit of white, but not enough.

What's your take on Mary Oliver? Her best is really good, but I'd be interested in what you think of her on the whole.
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[User Picture]From: flying_blind
2018-01-23 08:55 am (UTC)
From Mary Oliver I expect modest insights, nicely expressed, but not profundities. She's a very gifted minor poet, more Sara Teasdale than Emily Dickinson. It can sometimes be a relief to read verse like hers, especially when that of more demanding poets wears on you.
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[User Picture]From: daisydumont
2018-01-23 04:48 pm (UTC)
Well put. I think that's how I see her too. Truth to tell, I tend to prefer less demanding poems. As I've said to you before, I have a hard time figuring out what the knottier ones are trying to tell me. :D
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[User Picture]From: scottobear
2018-01-23 03:40 am (UTC)
Happy belated, or exceedingly early Bornday. I wish you the very best on all days.

Enjoy all the homicide
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[User Picture]From: flying_blind
2018-01-23 08:58 am (UTC)
Thanks. It seems like only yesterday, so not that late. It will probably seem like only yesterday for at least another week, most likely. After that it will just blend in with the last ten years.
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