Friday, August 8

sunshine?


i swam to work yesterday.....

the rain is so heavy and the groundwater table is super saturated.
baby lakes and impromptu ponds are pooling up from previous puddles.
my phone and computer won't work right at all.
the underground lines are soaked, and shorting out.
all of which means we are isolated and alone,
without capable communication from the rest of the town, state, and nation.
ahhhhh, rural livin'.
erimitic recluse art-makin' isolationists.
we doo-doo that freaky sh!t, son.
the kind of scenario wherein a zombie attack seems probable,
beyond just possible.
i always set my targets at the shootin' range at head height.
just to be prepared, y'heard?
after all,
there's only one way to kill a zombie,
and it works like gangbusters on everything else, too.
hit them in the head, ya'll.

today,
a veritable posse of princesses parades it's way to the woods.
my kids,

harvest


& maple,
my niece cash and her mama mary,
and our friend holly are all headed this way
for a weekend of woodsly goods and wet wizard's walks,
mushroom hunts, broccoli bread & puppets.

i take a few things very seriously.
woodsly goodness is one.
the just-be-dope outlook is another.
we get to choose the way we interact with the world.
weak-sauce waterlogged babyishness shouldn't ever even be considered.
we get to choose, and it should ALWAYS be the wrench.
this week,
i get to infuse the regular level of move-makin' art, music, food, and life,
with the fatherly flavor of fresh-to-death funtime festivities.
any reason to test the threshold of the in-the-red eleven-ness.
i'm working hard at everything.
the time i have been given is not gettin' wasted.
value-added berserker barian battle-beast folk life.
worth every rainwaterlogged minute,
never quiet, never soft.....

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Harvest seriously has her collar popped. that's all I'm saying.