Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
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he developed a fear of ghosts

It is 9:38 AM Wednesday morning. It is a humid wet morning. It stormed during the early morning hours. I heard loud crashing thunder while I slept this morning. It feels like it is going to rain again today. It is about time for me to plant my wildflower seeds out in our back yard. It is also time once again for me to mow our lawn. There is no rest for the wicked. ("And the smoke of their torment ascends forever and ever; and they have no rest day or night, who worship the beast and his image, and whoever receives the mark of his name" Rev. 14:11.)

Carol has come home from work and has gone to bed for the day. I can hear crows cawing outside as I type these words.

I got up this morning around 7:01 AM. I got up made a pot of coffee and messed with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I cooked myself breakfast. After eating breakfast I wrote in my paper diary. Carol came home from work as I was writing in my diary.

I have been mainly reading these books lately.

"Poets In Their Youth" A Memoir by Eileen Simpson

"Pigeon Feathers and other stories" by John Updike

"Updike" a biography by Adam Begley

Last night I read all evening "Updike" and went to bed around 11 o'clock PM. Now it is another day. I have nothing to do today except drop off my old Dodge van at a near by car repair shop.

Well I will close to wander the house and wait to see what develops.

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