A Mixter-Maxter

That's apparently Scots for a miscellany.

It's still cold here - snowed briefly this morning but it quickly turned to rain, so there isn't too much snow on the ground. Inland, there are still people snowed in and without power.

My 18 year old complained because I referred to him as a "chick". Well of course, that's because I am a poetrychook so my children are my "chicks" as in "chickens". But I didn't think through the other implications of the word. So this is an apology to him.

Our supermarket has a large supply of peanut butter ice cream. ?!? As it's really cheap, I might consider trying it, if it wasn't so cold.

I was working on the family history, and on a page of a 1927 newspaper I found half an article about missing French aviators. They had a ten day supply of food - bananas and caviar.

I'm still on track with my goals for the year - sort of. I basted a quilt today, then spent a lot of time procrastinating. I'm thinking of moving my computer upstairs, if I can figure out how to make the desk fit along with my sewing desk, filing cabinet, cutting desk, bookcase, etc etc. At least I'd have room then to spread papers out by the computer. I have accounts to do for a literary magazine, which is probably why I have been procrastinating. Room to spread them out would really help.

I looked at a poem by one of the poets that the nameless editor (see previous post) recommended as examples of the sort of work he wants. Remember, he wants post-modernism, not metaphors. Strangely this poem seemed to be full of metaphors. Not a scrap of post-modernism in sight. Still, it was a very fine poem.

Off to bed, hoping it will be warmer tomorrow.