WOTAN's fury.

so the barbarian weather gods are angry, i guess.
i actually watched a pitch-black barrier of thunderheads roll over the mountains,
all orcs from lord of the rings style,
and buffet the battens, and hatches,
all over the mutha-uckin' valley.
our hilltop nook, nestled behind the mighty mighty maples and oaks
wasn't spared by a damn sight.
(yeah, i took a swim in the garage this morning)
and it wasn't just the homestead that took a lumpin' either;
one incredible thing about inclined dirt roads
is that if it rains hard enough or long enough,
most of that road does something pretty great:
it washes away.
that's correct.
the incredible disappearing road trick.
that's what's good in the 'hood today.
instant cliffs and ravines;
just add water.
nice.
fortunately our ancient neighbors are cranky complainers!
in two weeks of weak-sauce washouts,
the town has rebuilt and repaired and regraded the road a couple times.
thanks, old non-friendlies.
if i had to pick between a sweet road and a close-knit friendship
with buick skylark owners,
it's an easy choice every time.

harvest and maple are here!
and they totally love our woodsly goodness manor home.
they're rockin' storyland with auntie mary today,
and then i'm tatblastin' the heck outta my sister's ribs.
should be a full day of workin' hard,
and playin' hard,
and living.
hard.
there's a whole holy helluva lot of ladies up here.
estrogen is oozing like b!tch-sap out of the woodwork,
(or maybe that's just another leak somewhere.)
i'm outnumbered seven to one,
but despite the logistics of balls-to-hoops ratios,
i'm pretty sure i've got 'em outgunned,
and surrounded.
real life is unfolding right in front of me.
it's happening, ya'll;
never quiet, never soft....