Interspersed

Television programs are interspersed with commercials.

The moorland itself is a mass of granite upheaved in pre-glacial days, weathered by countless centuries into undulating surfaces, pierced by jagged tors, and interspersed with large patches of bog and peat-mire.

This 14th of May of 2025 is cloudy skies interspersed with blue spaces. I walked to the Roman Catholic church on St. Albans Road twice, once in the morning and again in the afternoon, my 12th and 13th times this spring. In the morning was confession for the little boys and girls in uniform. They were of different races, in the big worship hall. The priest was in the confession booth talking to a student. At the Adoration Chapel, I noticed a nice pot of orchids on the front left. In the afternoon, the big worship hall was mostly empty, a condition which I usually prefer. At the road was a handsome muscle man in white tank top jogging. The big purple-bloom tree seems like an Empress Tree, a Paulownia, because of the big heart-shaped leaves. Reminiscent of Jacaranda with its purple blooming, it's saudade for me about South America. At Tim Hortons café, I enjoyed Scrambled Eggs with Sausage and Potatoes and an Earl Grey Tea with oat milk in the morning, and an Iced Classic Lemonade in the afternoon. The day was full of walking. At home, I study bits of Lojban and Esperanto. I have many books in Esperanto. I tend towards Animism-Buddhism in my Syncretism.

It's the morning of the 18th of May of 2025, with cloudy skies interspersed with blue spaces. I went walking to Tim Hortons café to enjoy a hash brown with an Earl Grey Tea with oat milk. Upon my return home, Eric, Kathy, Pia, and Minda were already awake. Eric and Kathy are fixing the new screen at the kitchen's back door. I talked a bit with Minda: Apparently, she and her new black American husband shuttle between Ohio and Cavite in the Philippines. We know that in Cavite, there is Chabacano, Philippine Creole Spanish, that is a different dialect from Zamboanga City's. Meanwhile, I ate more of the tiramisù, leftover from last night. My cousin Eve made it. Moreover, in the morning, I have been looking over my Native Indian documents in linguistics, like California's Shasta, etc.