the last day.

today is the last day.
the last day of takin' it any kind of easy.
the last day with just the one houseguest.
although, i think you stop being a 'guest' at around the seven-week mark.
then, you're just not paying rent.
yeah.
the last day before i see the council of worthy warriors arrive,
to bring the battle-bardic thunder,
and bear witness to the unfolding plan.
if it takes getting married to bring all my duders up here,
then i'm gladder than ever that i'm tyin' knots.....
i could use a conference with the crew.
and this crew is a hand-selected elite special force to be reckoned with.
a lot has changed since i made the move to the woodsly goodness.
in fact,
almost all the duders i used to talk about my goodsly Folk Life ideals with
aren't even much more than a fading smoke-ring memory these days.
time heals all wounds. except the fatal ones.....
y'know,
excluding my ma,
and technically, although she probably looked like a small pink raisin,
my oldest daughter, harvest,
NObody from that old life is gonna be around.
that is some gypsy shuffle magic tragedy-type sh!t.
i mean,
it's a whole new beginning,
a whole new other 'nother adventure;
but all of those folks who were there the first time i thought it was
a good idea to volunteer half my stuff up for eventual auction,
have ended up, to a man, far-off and distant.
especially distant.
as in, i haven't seen many of 'em in more than eight years.
it's not exactly a bad thing either-
i'm sayin', nobody needs that much hamden in a room.
if you've been there, or know more than two people from there,
then you understand
like my father said:
"what's gonna go on up there? a bunch of weird people in the cold,
eatin' vegetables? c'mon...."
eloquence incarnate.
of course,
he's spot-on accurate, too.
the last day before the new new hottness.
the last day before the big weekend explosion.
the last day before the weird people and the vegetables show up.
never quiet, never soft...