Painting the roses red.
Mar. 11th, 2025 05:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It feels like winter today. It snowed on the eagles this morning. It’s snowing on the mountain. I took Thursday off this week, assuming I wouldn’t be finished with taxes, but my return got accepted, I am officially done. So I might take my bonus day and go have a slow gentle short day on the trails at teacup Lake snow park. It’s probably terrible for my foot to try to x-country ski but it’s so beautiful and likely our last day for it.
Feel like I should go stock up on my favorite n/a beer, since it comes from Canada.
Someone has a bubble machine here at the Park. I’m on mom’s memorial bench typing into my phone. It is lightly raining on and off. That won’t stop Portland kids.
Somehow there are mosquitoes even though it’s like 45 degrees.
The red and white camellias make me think of Alice in wonderland.
I wish my mom hadn’t suffered and died the way she did. I wish this constantly.
Feel like I should go stock up on my favorite n/a beer, since it comes from Canada.
Someone has a bubble machine here at the Park. I’m on mom’s memorial bench typing into my phone. It is lightly raining on and off. That won’t stop Portland kids.
Somehow there are mosquitoes even though it’s like 45 degrees.
The red and white camellias make me think of Alice in wonderland.
I wish my mom hadn’t suffered and died the way she did. I wish this constantly.
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Date: 2025-03-12 10:50 am (UTC)