spent, and spending.

today,
we made peanut butter/seeds/pinecones bird feeder balls to hang out amongst the branches of the woodland borders of our homestead.

it is important to provide for nature as nature provides for you.
the pinecones are from our yard, naturally,
and the rest was all jess and the guardian goodness girlies' idea.
i spent the remains of the day maintaining eleven levels of unheard of/unhealthy keep-it-realness.
i was up early (as in: 4 a.m.) with the mid-august midnight insomnia.
going back to bed wasn't the way to do it,
so i pushed back,
and wrenched the day before dawn even cracked.
you gotta be ready for whatever comes down the pipes, y'know?

we all went and watched the computer-powered star wars hott hottt hottttness!
now,
i know there's people out there who want to be little whine-holes about so many myriad manifestations of mealy misanthropic minutae when it comes to making more movies.
i don't care about your opinions about the plot, the animation, the greedy lucasfilm antics;
all i can say is:
jog on,
and while you're at it, klingon your weak-sauce romulan rump to a star trek convention.
lightsabers, ninjas.
and blasters and whatever else awesome happens to happen.
sharing a big-screen star warrior poet clone battle was just what i needed to bring some balance to the force.
thirty years since my dad took me.
do or do not be dope.
there is no try, son.

i am looking forward to an open-mouthed full-bored log-sawin' snores galore make out session with the spirits of slumber.
winkin', blinkin', and noddin',

the woodland realm i inhabit is a good one,
twym tan, rhyfelwr profiadol;
bwyth tawelwch, bwyth llaith...