Kansas: 91º at 11 a.m. At least it will be cooler tomorrow!
Well, I'm in a hurry ... got lots to do ... liver and onions and Tea at Three and printing up some poetry ...
I hang around crazy people. Maybe they caught it from me? Nah ... they were this way before I first came here.
Still writing children's ditties. Although, I want to do an epistle based on memories of Arequipa. No time for reminiscing about Perú today.
I was Thinking of you yesterday:
Steven and Fellser in Chilly Philly: 68º. Fellser just got back from Maine and Steven will be in NYC real soon, so enjoy being at home!
Betty in Salamanca: 72º. Nice day! (72º in Salamanca Spain, too, but much dryer at 23% humidity compared to 76%.) Hope you are enjoying one of Summer's last gasps. I promise not to mention the casino ... oops.
Jeanette spoke about Bellingham, Washington: 69º. Another nice cool place ... ***sigh***
IMAGES:
From KMA and Headhunter's on the 21st:
Purple podded okra; 12 foot sunflowers towering; the crush, the smell of fennel, yellow-flowered, stems bulging at the base; various shades of coleus; orange torch of tithonia and the fragrant crush of cosmos, four bees clustered on pink petals; a riot of zinnia where a new stone path is being planted; 4 o'clocks; orange, yellow, red ribs of chard.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
Day of Splendor of the Month of Names
Kansas: 94º and oppressive.
Ruth is about ready to put me on a spit and roast me til I'm well done at her long-pig luau. Probably a few old friends and family members have felt that way about me from time-to-time, too.
IMAGES:
5 minutes in the parking lot: dead leaf, dead shingle, dead branch; a mini-tree festooned with dozens of double pink-violet rose-of-sharons; muffler-music, the melody of Marilyn's old BMW; heat pressing in; a man in a red cap, yellow pants carrying a blue and orange bag.
Thinking of you:
Gary turned 5! One whole hand full of fingers. But it's a chilly, rainy day in West Seneca, New York: 63º
And not much better at Shelley's in Monroe, Washington: 60º
It's 66º in Plainfield Vermont where Goddard is and 57º at the other Goddard in Port Townsend, Washington.
61º in the garden city, Victoria, British Columbia.
I was thinking of cool places.
Retired poem of the week:
What the waves knew
Red sails
in the sunset,
one woman, one dead man,
rubies drying in the bloody sun
lit sand.
© Kåre Enga 2007
Ruth is about ready to put me on a spit and roast me til I'm well done at her long-pig luau. Probably a few old friends and family members have felt that way about me from time-to-time, too.
IMAGES:
5 minutes in the parking lot: dead leaf, dead shingle, dead branch; a mini-tree festooned with dozens of double pink-violet rose-of-sharons; muffler-music, the melody of Marilyn's old BMW; heat pressing in; a man in a red cap, yellow pants carrying a blue and orange bag.
Thinking of you:
Gary turned 5! One whole hand full of fingers. But it's a chilly, rainy day in West Seneca, New York: 63º
And not much better at Shelley's in Monroe, Washington: 60º
It's 66º in Plainfield Vermont where Goddard is and 57º at the other Goddard in Port Townsend, Washington.
61º in the garden city, Victoria, British Columbia.
I was thinking of cool places.
Retired poem of the week:
What the waves knew
Red sails
in the sunset,
one woman, one dead man,
rubies drying in the bloody sun
lit sand.
© Kåre Enga 2007
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Day of Loftiness of the Month of Perfection
Kansas: 85 degrees and muggy-buggy.
ThInKiNg Of YoU!
91 degress in Edwardsville, Illinois where Nanette resides. When will the heat abate?
97 degress in Mesa, Arizona, near where my cousin Kathy and her family lives. I'll talk to her mother in a bit.
55 degrees in Perth, West Australia near where Rebecca resides. Haven't heard from you girl! Wondering ... hope you are okay.
70 degrees in Port Colborne, Ontario, just west of where Jeanne Mason is. It's been a long time since I've had the pleasure of visiting Lake Erie and the temp sounds fine.
Not much else to report. I ate a fish for lunch and I've been staying cool at Z's with a cuppa, reading blogs. Recently, I've been writing children's poems and want to write more. So that'll be my day. How's yours?
ThInKiNg Of YoU!
91 degress in Edwardsville, Illinois where Nanette resides. When will the heat abate?
97 degress in Mesa, Arizona, near where my cousin Kathy and her family lives. I'll talk to her mother in a bit.
55 degrees in Perth, West Australia near where Rebecca resides. Haven't heard from you girl! Wondering ... hope you are okay.
70 degrees in Port Colborne, Ontario, just west of where Jeanne Mason is. It's been a long time since I've had the pleasure of visiting Lake Erie and the temp sounds fine.
Not much else to report. I ate a fish for lunch and I've been staying cool at Z's with a cuppa, reading blogs. Recently, I've been writing children's poems and want to write more. So that'll be my day. How's yours?
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Day of Dominion of the Month of Perfection
Kansas: 81 and steamy with a few sprinkles
Lament of the first born
Bug, bug, bug.
My brother always bugs me.
Squish, squish, squish.
My father will not let me.
© Kåre Enga [164.180d] 2007-08-18
So my friend's son turns 5 on Monday. That means I've been looking at little things through a child's eye. Wrote a bunch of 4 line poems. So ... I sent him a card today with frogs on it and put two scarlet macaw feathers inside (one yellow, tipped in green; the other blue).
Been reading X. J. and Dorothy Kennedy's book Knock at a Star (a child's introduction to poetry). Good poems and makes me want to write more short poems and poems for children.
IMAGES:
Bugs ... the dipsy-doodle flight of bright yellow goldfinches; moths; a sleeping possum; Edgar Allen Crow 
It's not quite as hot but plenty muggy and it rained lightly this evening already. I'm at Aimee's listening to the Petroglyphs. Kevin Rabas, part of the duo, is a poet: http://www.writing.com/main/redirect.php?redirect_url=http://www.kevinrabas.com
The din of drops from grey heavens on the roof of the cross-over walk. The dripline a wet river dividing the ground that lies puddled from the cracks of dying scorched earth.
And the trees turning grey and the buildings shrouded in mist and the clouds rumbling, bound for the East.
Moist bath of hot summer steam. Is this the warning that lobsters, crayfish and frogs ... do not heed?
Thinking of you:
Cousin Barbara in Hattiesburg, Mississippi: 79. The stormy season is upon us again. Will Dean turn north?
The folks where my dad grew up, Okmulgee, Oklahoma: 89. Enough rain this year?
Bruce in Missouri City, Texas: 82. I know you folks don't need more rain!
82 in Kingston Jamaica: thinking about all the folks who won't make it through Hurricane Dean ...
Little G in West Seneca, New York: 66. Cool sleeping weather ... only 2 more days to go!
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Day of Questions of the Month of Perfection
Kansas: 103º and sunny. Not too humid, but still ...
The heat sucks the life right out of potted plants, so I have to water those once or twice a day. Even the peppers, cucumbers, sweet potato in the ground wilt most every day. I have Habanero peppers ripening in a shade of gold. Since I planted the tomatoes in more shade and also deeper, they are fine except for some blossom end rot.
The marigolds seem to be handling the heat. My favorite is a bright yellow variety that looks like miniture roses. I also have single yellow and double cream, gold, orange and brown ones.
Here at the 'funny farm' we are suffering from the heat. It is wearing on folks. A quote from Ruth, "I've got a reindeer stuck somewhere and his name is Blinky."
Thinking of you:
Kay in Emporia, Kansas: 97º on a steamy day. Hope this heat is not complicating your health issues. Relief comes in September?
Anabel in Eureka, California: 68º. The coast of CA seems like a dream. I could use some sushi right now too!
Arden Kwong. I don't know where you are but it is 82º in your hometown of Hong Kong.
79º in San José, Costa Rica where I once lived. I probably still know folks there. Looked at my passport from those days ... could/should get another ... and visit.
There are storms brewing in the Gulf and Caribbean. Erin will land somewhere in Texas and could bring rain this far north depending on how it tracks and whether it is a rain-maker like some tropical storms.
Dean is a long way off but headed west and I see no way that it can avoid landing somewhere between Florida and Mexico. Too soon to tell who will be in the way.
I spoke with a good friend this morning. He says his son who turns 5 on Monday has been looking forward to the date for three months. Also, that they now have a caterpiller. He brought a snake home last week. Wish he could've been here this morning to see the blue swallowtail sitting on a bright yellow marigold and the flash of the golden oriole flying from the elm to the maple.
The heat sucks the life right out of potted plants, so I have to water those once or twice a day. Even the peppers, cucumbers, sweet potato in the ground wilt most every day. I have Habanero peppers ripening in a shade of gold. Since I planted the tomatoes in more shade and also deeper, they are fine except for some blossom end rot.
The marigolds seem to be handling the heat. My favorite is a bright yellow variety that looks like miniture roses. I also have single yellow and double cream, gold, orange and brown ones.
Here at the 'funny farm' we are suffering from the heat. It is wearing on folks. A quote from Ruth, "I've got a reindeer stuck somewhere and his name is Blinky."
Thinking of you:
Kay in Emporia, Kansas: 97º on a steamy day. Hope this heat is not complicating your health issues. Relief comes in September?
Anabel in Eureka, California: 68º. The coast of CA seems like a dream. I could use some sushi right now too!
Arden Kwong. I don't know where you are but it is 82º in your hometown of Hong Kong.
79º in San José, Costa Rica where I once lived. I probably still know folks there. Looked at my passport from those days ... could/should get another ... and visit.
There are storms brewing in the Gulf and Caribbean. Erin will land somewhere in Texas and could bring rain this far north depending on how it tracks and whether it is a rain-maker like some tropical storms.
Dean is a long way off but headed west and I see no way that it can avoid landing somewhere between Florida and Mexico. Too soon to tell who will be in the way.
I spoke with a good friend this morning. He says his son who turns 5 on Monday has been looking forward to the date for three months. Also, that they now have a caterpiller. He brought a snake home last week. Wish he could've been here this morning to see the blue swallowtail sitting on a bright yellow marigold and the flash of the golden oriole flying from the elm to the maple.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Day of Speech of the Month of Perfection
Kansas: hot! 102º at 2 p.m. with a heat index of 107º.
Many of my friends are wilting under the heat here and around the country. Maybe the gulf storm will send some clouds and cooling rain this way.
I now have a post office box! Soon I'll have a debit card and be hitting the highway. World ... here I come.
IMAGES:
A cold bus; yellow-orange zinnias; gold rudbeckias; green-brown blood grass; pigeon feathers; a/c anywhere I go ... the heat outside.
Thinking of YOU:
David in Missoula, Montana: 93º. In 1893 it was 32º! What a difference a century makes. I will visit this autumn, somehow! I will have the money.
Snow in Las Vegas, Nevada: 102º. The worse is yet to come ... I think I'll wait on Nevada til winter. Such a cool name; such a hot place.
Gary in Tulsa, Oklahoma: 87º after a day that hit 104º. Unfortunately, I can imagine a day like this quite well, a whole bunch of days back in the summer of '03 in Tahlequah. Hope your wires aren't frying, Gare.
Charlotte in Buda, Texas: 85º. Not bad! She's seen a lot of rain this year, so I wonder what she thinks about the storm brewing in the gulf? Then again, maybe I don't!
Gaston in D.C.: 79º after a day of 99º. I don't want to think about the humidity. Hope you and Juan are keeping cool. It is 43º back home in La Paz, Bolivia. 26º tonight.
Many of my friends are wilting under the heat here and around the country. Maybe the gulf storm will send some clouds and cooling rain this way.
I now have a post office box! Soon I'll have a debit card and be hitting the highway. World ... here I come.
IMAGES:
A cold bus; yellow-orange zinnias; gold rudbeckias; green-brown blood grass; pigeon feathers; a/c anywhere I go ... the heat outside.
Thinking of YOU:
David in Missoula, Montana: 93º. In 1893 it was 32º! What a difference a century makes. I will visit this autumn, somehow! I will have the money.
Snow in Las Vegas, Nevada: 102º. The worse is yet to come ... I think I'll wait on Nevada til winter. Such a cool name; such a hot place.
Gary in Tulsa, Oklahoma: 87º after a day that hit 104º. Unfortunately, I can imagine a day like this quite well, a whole bunch of days back in the summer of '03 in Tahlequah. Hope your wires aren't frying, Gare.
Charlotte in Buda, Texas: 85º. Not bad! She's seen a lot of rain this year, so I wonder what she thinks about the storm brewing in the gulf? Then again, maybe I don't!
Gaston in D.C.: 79º after a day of 99º. I don't want to think about the humidity. Hope you and Juan are keeping cool. It is 43º back home in La Paz, Bolivia. 26º tonight.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Day of Power of the Month of Perfection
Kansas: 96º and steamy. Nice breeze though.
We are having temps near 100º every day. I stay in the a/c as much as possible, which is why I walked to Z's yesterday. I was totally soaked even though it took me only 20 some minutes to get there.
Finished reading Body in the Basement. Light summer reading. This week's cinquain above was inspired by the tale. I also loved the quote about the Maine shore, "If you want to speak to God, it's a local call from here." It would make a good writing prompt. Maine would be preferable to Kansas at the moment.
Well my writing may be suffering, but my private journal just hit the milestone of 1,300 pages!
My friend Rita Cline informs me that her son Brian was in a very bad accident, but is recovering now. Nearly lost him ...
Thinking of you:
Pencilsoverpens in Toronto: 81º. I hope she has finally gotten to Kew Gardens and enjoyed herself this summer instead of just working.
Andra in Bismarck, North Dakota: 87º. Pregnant in the summer ... could be worse!
David in Fort Lauderdale, Florida: 88º. Ah ... but is he in North Carolina? I'd love to know.
Shelley in Monroe, Washington: 82º. I'll be visiting in September or October.
IMAGES:
Caress of the willow; touch of the pine; white webs of gossamer across the grass; curls of sycamore bark; white bindweed, small stars in the sere lawn of grass; rain softened cracks; small copper butterfly.
Last week's cinquain:
August
The itch.
The scratch. The welts.
Ooze mixes with the sweat.
Sweet-sour reminder from a month
that bites.
© Kåre Enga 2007
We are having temps near 100º every day. I stay in the a/c as much as possible, which is why I walked to Z's yesterday. I was totally soaked even though it took me only 20 some minutes to get there.
Finished reading Body in the Basement. Light summer reading. This week's cinquain above was inspired by the tale. I also loved the quote about the Maine shore, "If you want to speak to God, it's a local call from here." It would make a good writing prompt. Maine would be preferable to Kansas at the moment.
Well my writing may be suffering, but my private journal just hit the milestone of 1,300 pages!
My friend Rita Cline informs me that her son Brian was in a very bad accident, but is recovering now. Nearly lost him ...
Thinking of you:
Pencilsoverpens in Toronto: 81º. I hope she has finally gotten to Kew Gardens and enjoyed herself this summer instead of just working.
Andra in Bismarck, North Dakota: 87º. Pregnant in the summer ... could be worse!
David in Fort Lauderdale, Florida: 88º. Ah ... but is he in North Carolina? I'd love to know.
Shelley in Monroe, Washington: 82º. I'll be visiting in September or October.
IMAGES:
Caress of the willow; touch of the pine; white webs of gossamer across the grass; curls of sycamore bark; white bindweed, small stars in the sere lawn of grass; rain softened cracks; small copper butterfly.
Last week's cinquain:
August
The itch.
The scratch. The welts.
Ooze mixes with the sweat.
Sweet-sour reminder from a month
that bites.
© Kåre Enga 2007
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