Poems & Other Lies
Good Morning
3/19/26 6:30 44F (6.66C) Calm, mostly clear with a few scattered clouds. The last day of a winter that never came. A duck and a wren were having a round robin this morning. Some sparrows joined in, with occasional commentary from the rooster. Good...
Good Morning
3/18/26 6:00 42F (5.5C) Calm, cool, dark No rain. Birds twitter. A few stars twinkle, fading as the morning glow begins. The neighbor's dog is yapping, setting Walter off. He reluctantly heeds my call and trots sullenly back to the deck, flopping down...
Good Morning
3/17/26 7:00 40F (4.4C) Calm. Mostly clear. A delicate lace of thin white clouds decorates the blue sky overhead. The fragile wisps begin to tinge pink as sunrise approaches. There are orchard fans rumbling somewhere north of me and sprayers are whining...
Good Morning
3/16/26 5:30 38F (3.3C) Calm, cloudy, dark. There is no breeze on the ground. Overhead, the clouds part here and there to reveal a few scattered stars before shuttering them again. A dog yips at the farm across the way. Walter runs to the fence and...
Good Morning
3/15/26 5:30 22F (-5.5C) Dark, calm, and cold. The city lights and a thin, hazy overcast hide the stars. Andy and Susan are still sleeping. Dave, Kel, and Mom went home yesterday, after Gail's service. It has been a bittersweet visit. Gail's loss hit...
Good Morning
3/14/26 5:15 33F (0.5C) Cloudy, dark. It's stopped snowing. It was just a little above freezing and snowing when we arrived at Spokane yesterday afternoon and still snowing when we went to bed . The snow was wet, so little accumulation and the main...
Good Morning
Friday the thirteenth, March, 2026 5:30 50F (10C) The rain has stopped. It is dark and windy. Overhead strong west winds send the clouds racing by patches of stars. On the ground, blustery gusts grumble through the bare oaks making the trees...
Good Morning
3/12/26 5:45 45F (6.66C) Still raining like a cow pissing on a flat rock. Very dark. Very wet. No wind.
Good Morning
3/11/26 6:30 40F (4.4C) Dark. Raining. In a fit of random, subconscious neologism, I dreamt of ventricular matriculation. It made sense at the time but now I have no idea what it means. ...
Good Morning
3/10/26 6:50 30F (-1C) The sky is clear except for a few straggling strands of clouds who didn't get the memo. The light has that peculiar shade of blue that comes early on a crisp winter morning: a deep illumination, not bright, but not dim. Ducks...
