c'mon.

it is the middle of april, right?
it's been spring for almost a month now, too, yeah?
i'm just checking,
because i thought it was the ides of march
that i was supposed to watch out for,
and not day-after tax day in april.
what do i mean?
what do you mean 'what do i mean'?
i mean that all of a sudden, out of nowhere,
it sucks outside really hard.
oh, yeah, it does;
there's a wintry mix a-fallin'.
uh-huh.
it's snowing again.
wet, disgusting, parmesan-cheese chunks.
F* my A*, ninjas.
c'mon.
it's just not cool.
and,
i checked the weather report, kids.
snow, rain, clouds, and cold all week.
SNOW!, and for the next forseeable batch of days?
is that worst case scenario for april vacation?
yeah, it kinda is.
sorry springtime,
and sorry schoolkids of new hampshire...
who doesn't like being housebound and down
for a week of woodsly goodness with the family?
my wife and my kids arrive tonight,
through the maelstrom,
and into this.
april showers can chug it, duders.
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so,
being here all by my lonesome these last few days,
i'm beginning to notice how motivated i am
without an audience to distract me.
the dog sort of pays attention, sometimes,
but not enough to have a long conversation or anything.
i'm actually impressed with what i've gotten accomplished.
when my time is my own,
i really know how to spend it.
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i've always kind of hoped to become a sovereign ruler.

the authoritative author in charge of my very own fortress.

like a barbarian baron.

or an iron-fisted duke.

or some kind of kickass lightning stiking viking lord.

y'know.

a thane.

with vassals, and retainers, and knights,

or raiders and champions or whatever...

it turns out, though,

despite the promising beginnings of burly battlements

in the form of cedar slats and a crenellated tin-roof,

with regards to my Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,

so far all i've got is polyurethane.

and that's no fun at all.

but it is sure lookin' sexy in my little bitty bathroom.

i've got three coats of waterproof satin plastiseal in place,

and still one or two more layers of silky sweetness to go,

and then the hand-hammered hottness will FINALLY

take it's rightful place in the live-edged ledge.

no vassals, but a vessel sink is still pretty rad.

plumbing?

i got it.

staining?

yep.

sanding?

i don't like it, but i'm on the mutha-ucka.

it's good to be king, i've heard,

but i'll only know for sure when my throne room is done...

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seriously, though,

this weather can smoke the most ferocious pole.

(that would be boleslaus the brave.........c'mon)

never quiet, never soft.....