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.... things about me that I won’t have to make private because they are too revealing.

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That was quick. And it wasn’t very revealing.

I’m sitting at the table with Stripey Butt in in my lap. He’s purring. Stripey Butt is a good looking cat. I should take some pictures of him. He is of course stripey pretty much all over except his belly which is spotted.

We had snow last night. Not a lot but it’s on top of … well whatever it’s on top of. Weather has been striking.

I’ve been working a lot. I haven’t been doing much else. I have a list of things I’m not doing, some of which I have to do, some I wont’ do, none of which are anything I really really want to do. That list remains unmade too.

I’ll tell you what I’m reading.
Donna Tartt -The Secret History. College kids in New England. So so.
The Life of Dylan Thomas by Constantine Fitzgibbon. Yeah. Sorta what you would expect. But I like it.

I intend to write. I intend to tell you stories about spring which came last week. And left yesterday. I tripped over a piece of wood and fell in the mud. I came home to find Jim installing a tilt steering wheel in his ‘new’ thirty year old tractor. We have some calves that are cute and lively. I want to talk about the past and the present. I want to have enough nerve to read my notes. I don’t want that much I guess. But I want enough.

There is a political meeting in the library in Decorah that I could go to after work. And I could buy some groceries on my way home. Does that sound like a plan? Maybe.

Love you all. Forever and a day. Life is good. Life is what we have. Bless us. Each and every one.

Numbers look okay in editing window. I don’t have time to fool around and sorta fix them. Perfect is ...........the enemy...... of ???????????

Last updated February 25, 2017