yesterday IS today

no news is good news,
unless,
and there is ALWAYS an unless, kids;
so it ceases to be good news when
you're waiting to hear from the phone company folks.
they seem to excel at accelerating miscommunication,
mainly through non-communication.
of course,
without phone service,
it's not like we can call each other, is it?
luckily,
our weird voicemail magic is on like donkey kong....
...we just can't check it without a dialtone!
hahhahahahahahha.
it's hilarious.
in the way that seeing someone else get bashed in the toolbox is.
i wish hate upon them, ya'll.
something communicable, an' that.
so,
i have a phone,
and about eleven hundred different places to plug the sons of guns into,
but,
every jack in the house is jacked the F* up!
as in:
no tones, no phones,
and it seems e.t. would be S* outta luck over here.
it's like being on an adventure,
with time-period appropriate house features,
like phonelessness, for starters....
it's an adventure where nothing happens.
and it's all really not happening, so mutha-uckin' hard,
even when it is.

so what's new (to us)
is what's old.
like every flippin' thing in this cavernous castle of crucial Folk Liveliness.
one room, one day, one minute at a time.
otherwise,
waitin' on my kiddies to get with the gettin' here is all that's poppin'.
one more treat for my face,
or is it two?
yeah!
surprises for the seedlings,
like this place,
and the unfolding saga surrounding it;
never quiet, never soft....