gettin' ready.

startin' tonight,
and continuin' into tomorrow,
we've got a deluge of houseguests coming on up.
the woodsly goodness is about to swell it's numbers,
getting even louder and way more awesome,
with a climactic crescendo crashing in by wednesday.
the dealys are headed up here for dinner,
with house-paintin' manliness on their minds.
early shirley tomorrow,
while they get crackin' on THAT big burly bonanza,
me and my other peoples are goin' to 'assachussetts.
....that part isn't so dope,
but,
we'll be rendezvous-ing with the two best things about ct.:
harvest and maple are finally arriving!
we're making the turdtastical journey down to waterbabyville,
just to grab the beautiful miniature magical princesses
for some vacation hotspot funtimes.
we'll stop in portsmouth.
lunch at the friendly toast?
uh-huh.
and a full week of freshness, too;
horses, lakeside swimming, movies, hikes, barbarian bonfires,
and breadsly puppetry?
oh, hell yeah.
BIG fun with little kids.
and a whole house-full of homeboys and girls.
that's how it goes.
there' no playin' the wall over here, ya'll.
active participation is the name of the game.
i've got a core crew of warrior poets,
and we're slamming and jamming and cramming
every well-lived stanza of savage stormswept gypy goodness
into each and every single second.
i'm grateful for these folks.
together, we make better moves and bigger pictures.
the whole is greater,
and that's sayin' somethin',
since all these parts are pretty flippin' rad.
recognize.

taking it to eleven, mutha-uckas.
we can never go too far.
never quiet, never soft...