raking leaves...

...is for A-holes.
seriously,
who wants to do yard work?
it's like to be about as much fun as a ninja-kick to the huevos.
raking.
c'mon.
normally,
i let all the leaves lay where they fall,
which kills all the lawn underneath.
that's what's known as superior tactics, ya'll.
why?
because then there's no mowing when springtime comes back around, either.
plannin' ahead an' that.
of course,
what with being a respectable, married, upstanding homeowner-type,
these days i can't really rep on that type of redneck reality.
which means i'll be scratchin' up on some brown scraps
instead of not giving a flyin' F* about that type of nancypantsed yard action.
the only potential saving grace is that i can set the leaf piles on fire.
and that is something, after all.
ever seen a really good leafpile fire?
it makes a whole lot of smoke.
like a smog-monster fumigator crop-dustery amount.
more like a mordred-masking arthurian fog.
no joke.
and,
it smells pretty good too.
i guess that's the silver lining, really.
barbarian bonfires always bring out the bright spots.

we took a ride to portsmouth,
just to hit up the supersized arts'n'crafts stores down south of here.
that's one thing the woodsly goodness hasn't really got.
i mean,
there's an old musty, dusty, distrusty spot,
half office treats and greeting cards,
half overpriced limited selection old lady artmaking bits.
but that's not how we doo-doo that sh!t, is it?
nope.
it doesn't make much of a difference to me, really.
i'm just sayin',
as long as there's socks and macaroni boxes,
i'm more than prepared to make my garbagey arthur action happen.
but the wife is a real artist.
those folks use the good stuff,
and it is reflected in their work.
jess needed some new watercolors,
(her old ones went rogue)
so we scoopled up a sweet selection,
and still had time to scan the book store,
and eat lunch at the natural food joint.
everyone got what they needed.
still,
the matter fo the raking needs to be addressed.
i may be an A-hole after all;
never quiet, never soft.....