vacations.

so, it's mushroom season again.
wet, humid, skanky weather is at least good for somethin' i guess.
we had a home inspection done today.
there were no mushrooms in the house.
that's good flippin' news.
it means w're one step closer to the newhamden hottness,
in castle form.
Folk Life & Liberty fortress may become a reality.
if so,
i'll be needing all hands on deck for a renovation sensation celebration.
no joke.
i'll trade art and tattoos for handy men.
or women.
or bobots, even.

i remember something awesome about being a kid:

summer.

your only job and whole responsibility was to play all day.

and there was no school to F* up the flow of the playing.

basically,

it was pretty flippin' rad.

my vacation in the woodsly goodness reminds me of how old i am.

basically,

we're stuffed in a sardine-can chalet,

and we work as hard or harder than ever.

but we do get t.v. as a consolation prize.

whatever happened to playing all day?

and really, ya'll,

television isn't really any kind of treat.

i ate a big bellyful of indian food,

and now my insides are dying to get outside.

listen closely and ya'll can hear the roiling;

never quiet, never soft....