floodwaters

yep.
the river is swole up from the hole up, about as high as ive ever seen it.
on the real, it is twice as high as it was yesterday,
and it was raining a LOT yesterday, too.
that mountain+gravity+water effect, y'know...
i get excited to see how the sandbars and shorelines get rearranged and polished up.
its especially nice when all the old paper and cans get washed to someone ELSE's house.
i will probably take a stroll to turtle-town, and see if they are liking it as much as i am?
how fresh would it be to have a snapping turtle moat? i don't think they would go for it...
in other life aquatic news:
no little froglets, yet, in the front porch pond,
but i have to tell you i am very psyched to meet the little guys.
hopefully the presently dropping temperatures don't damage the amphibian marmalade
that is incubating all over the place out there. frogsicles are not on the menu,
unless we're talking the "triplets of belleville".

flooding. very wet, very, very wet. i'm watching beakneck rapids form frothy pinwheels.
this kind of thing is very refreshing, very 'noah's ark', even.
washing away the old and busted, a clean rinse, and a squeaky new palette for the new hottness.
i hope this sky-water doesn't poop up the barbarian bonfire i have planned on thursday.
i'm almost actually tempted to initiate the lighting of the bonfire by shooting it double-barrelled with a pair of twelve-gauge tracer shells!
how ridiculously dope would THAT be?!
never quiet, never soft, not too safe...

and while we're on the subject of bonfires, i am seriously giving thought to
maybe making some major moves this fall...
on the 5th of November, because of how flavorful it is, in Wales, ya'll.
guy fawkes and the gunpowder plot,
word up.
a better barbarian backdrop to blissful betrothal i bet you can't begin to believe!
BONFIRE NIGHT! for goodness sake, i'm saying it out loud......
i would not, naturally, be celebrating the failure of the plot, but the dopeness of the idea.
follow those links; mr. fawkes was gangster, and the cleansing fire traditions, ya'll,
i am clearly destined to be all about that, after all.

viking flavor. blot out the heavens with blood. i mean, c'mon.
the wolfen, people. werewolves. so so def.
always better than vampires. always. (you never see a werewolf in a frilly shirt, i'm saying)
scary wolf-men, scarier wolfen monsters, vikings had that business down pat.
get the skinny on werewolves, here.
moon dogs, they say, but specifically, the Moon Dog....
as in 'hati', the despiser, son of the fenriswolf,
who chases 'mani' through the sky to munch up a little bit....
moon dog is not just gidget's homeboy.
do you even know who gidget is?
figures.

hot fire+water=steam.
from furnace to boiler, my ninjas
hot heat converted to energy.