verano.

big things.
big things in real life.
in really real life.
that's what happens.
today.
it's the day.
all day, even,
but mostly for a little minute,
at 7-o'somethin' a.m.,
it's the solstice.
for summer.
it's the summer solstice.
y'know what that means?
it's summer today.
it's true.
do you feel it?
i do.
is it the longest day of the year?
nope.
it's 24 hours, just like every other one;
but,
it IS brighter out,
for longer than any other day,
in a daytime-trumps-nighttime-style shiny good vs. evil way.
and that's probably pretty fresh, innit?
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officially, then:
summer is ON it, duders.
and it seems to me like somebody flipped a switch-
it's a billion and a half degrees outside,
and the sunlight is streaming down onto the mountainsides
in golden and silvered chutes of glorious goodness.
the last remnants of late-spring snowdrifts
are all but melted off the highest peaks,
and all but the lamest schools are out until september.
it's summer.
the big action.
plus,
i'm sweaty, already.
now that's how you start a summer season, my ninjas;
...with clammy pits and crevices.
otherwise,
it may as well be spring or autumn-
that's that equinox-type sh!t.
which, as you all know
values a 12-on/12-off split of light and dark.
a one-to-one ratio?
even-steven?
c'mon.
F* all that noise, kids.
we're voting in favor of loud fresh bright bright brightness,
for all our faces.
all the ayes raise your hands up.

it's summer-summer-summertime.
just like that fresh prince song.
get with it,
or else get your A* to the southern hemisphere.
(because it's winter there, waterbabies.)
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have you ever heard of someone freaking out with envy
over how dope someone else's chimney is?
yeah, me neither.
yet,
i'm still getting both my chimneys recapped this week.
(that's what she said)
why?
because lately,
when it rains outside,
it also rains INside,
thanks mostly to faulty flashing and missing mortar...
chimneys, my ninjas.
chimneys.
now i'm getting new ones.
that's a big stack of necessary dollars,
towards a ne'er-noticed smoke-stack of baked clay blocks..
the upshot?
lots of 160-year-old bricks from the old chimneys.
that's word.
old bricks are sexy.
more than lighthouses and dead birds combined.
fact.
now who will help me bake this bread, b!tches?
in my soon-to-be-built outdoor brick bread oven?
yeah.
sour dough,
sweet success;
never quiet, never soft.....