glorycloud's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the world is like a cloud It is 1:36 PM on a warm sunny cloudy Tuesday afternoon here in West Michigan. It is beginning to feel like Summer these days. We are coming to the end of another Spring Season in our lives. I got up this morning around 6:35 AM. When I got up I found my wife doing the usual. Carol is sick with a cold these days. Right now we do not know when she will be over this Spring cold? All we can do is cross our fingers and pray for healing for Carol. It could be worse, she could have COVID-19 the red plague. I spent the morning wandering my cell and writing in my paper diary. Carol went back to bed and I decided to work on planting wild flower seeds in my wild flower garden. So I worked in my garden, got all the seeds planted and now we wait to see what comes up from the earth. After working in my wild flower garden I mowed the front and back yard. When that was all down I came inside cleaned up and wrote in my paper diary. Carol got up and had a meal. I have been reading from a book of stories titled, 'Life Embitters' by Josep Pla Translated from the Catalan by Peter Bush. There is not much else to report this afternoon. I am thinking of going down into the lower level and laying down to take a nap. I did not stay up late last night. I went to bed around 10:25 PM last night. Before I went to bed I read from a book titled, 'Essayism On Form, Feeling, And Nonfiction' by Brian Dillon. I will close to drift. There is no way out. What is the world to me, The world is like a cloud The world seeks to be praised 1:48 p.m. - 2021-05-18 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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