lucky numbers?
just today's date?
a little bitty bit of both?
c'mon.
you just can't have those two odd numbers without an 'even'.
today is sure to be a day.
i'll give it that.
good, bad, excellent, or unremarkable,
there's 24 hours of somethin' goin' on.
i get to exercise a miniscule mote of masculinity every mornin',
in the form of firewood stacking and splitting.
man's work, ninjas.
word.
and kindling wood axe-warrior smashing is the biggest man-time,
even though it results in the smallest shavings of sticks...
but that's actually the bestest part, ya'll.
i get to use the most axes.
and more is better,
both when it comes to logs,
and wedge-headed warlord woodsmanliness.
just look at those sexy slivers of cordwood combustion.that's what tender loving care will get you;
....splinters.
we keep it roaring and raging over here.
the home fires an' all that.
just in case our peoples need to warm their spots.
hands, heads, hearts, or whatever;
there's always a place in the fortress for our duders.
even if it's the creepy spidery crawlspace.
i'm sayin',
not everyone is woodsly,
and not everyone is the goodnes, either.
still and all,
we've got room, and we don't exactly hate company.
(we just don't exactly love it)
the empty nest effect is echoing through bare rooms and blank wallspaces.
i think i might not hate having people all up in my area...
who'd have hazarded that guess, i wonder?
it's a Perfect Fall Day outside.
we've got to get to work,
or at least,
we've got to go to job.
the indoor firewood is good to go,
the outdoor firepit is even better.
tonight,kids,
we'll be lighting up the night,
and shootin' the crap. for sure.
so like any crap shootin' out there,
we'll be deadpan manhandled by the date;
eleven-seven.
oh crap;
never quiet, never soft.....
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