Thursday, June 06, 2019

Poem for Thursday, Hraunfossar and Barnafoss

From Gylfaginning (The Prose Edda)
By Snorri Sturluson

Long is one night,
Long are two nights,
How can I hold out three?
Oft to me one month
Seemed less
Than this half night of love.


One of these days I'll be interesting again but it won't be this week. The most exciting part of my day was a trip to CVS for mouthwash and conditioner. Tomorrow I have to go to the MVA to get my government-mandated REAL ID, where I am fearful I will be told that just because I can prove I was born here and worked here and lived here all my life, that's not good enough and I have to come back again with a signed affidavit by everyone who ever met my parents. And Friday I have to do fasting blood work.

My cat-sitter Rose visited to make sure the cats didn't miss her too much (she feeds them more than we do, so they all do, especially Cinnamon whom she hand-feeds and guards when Daisy tries to steal her food), and we showed her Iceland photos. Then we had dinner and caught up on Gentleman Jack while I tried to catch up on blog comments. Speaking of Iceland photos, these are of Hraunfossar and Barnafoss, a series of waterfalls emerging from lava rock and a big waterfall with amazing bright blue rapids:





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