Today Is Sunday, February 22, 2026: This Is What Happened.

 

It sure was a learning curb. I took each stanza from the poem I wrote and see what chat. I just let Chat GPT do it thing. One thing I did had no pre-style. Not sure which pre-style I would of selected. But I think it will kept to same genre. But who knows.

Is the word good as an ice cream bar

Melts in one mouth.

Is the word bad as lima beans

So dry one can't speak.

Sometime the words are willful

They cause no trouble.

Then there those time word can be hiding

Don't mean any harm.

Just want to put puzzle together.

So the entire picture shows.

Then there been time words runs about like headless person.

Looking blindly for expression.

Just want to dance in flowing beat

Not to scared about in fear.

I was asked if our snow had come in late. Last few years I our snow starts in February. But before that our main snow start about mid December. And usually we would have white Christmas and sometime after mid January it would start to melt. I wouldn't say we never had snow before mid December or after mid January. Our weather pattern sure has sifted,

I'm sure the rest of the world heard about our President have a Tantrum. On how the supreme court ruled on tariffs. I'm still on the fence about listening to state of union address. He aggravates every part of my being. But on the other side of coin. I want to see other branches their reaction.

I'm connecting to SUNDAY IN THE ART ROOM

Coffee is on.