all wet.

so,
yesterday was family day.
at the polar caves.
a cascade of giant boulders fell off of a mountainside,
and when they piled up...

you guessed it.
caves.
they're deep, they're dark, they're damp,
and they are F*n' awesome, too.
over in rumney, new hampshire,
they've certainly got rocks.
heaps and heaps of 'em.
plus, fallow deer.
they look like baby deer,
but with antlers.
that's the answer, i guess.
and apparently,
hasidic duders love touristy new hampshire sh!t.
i'm for real on this one.
everywhere we go,
every time we get there,
there's a whole posse in effect rockin' matzo madness.
creepin' with us in the caves,
climbing the stairs,
checking out the international pheasant zoo.
huh?
no,
really.
if you've heard of a kind of pheasant,
from bavaria to brazil,
the polar caves has one.
in a polar cage, even.
you know i got a few stray feathers,
stuck 'em in my hat,
and called 'em macaroni and everything.
yankee doodoo, my ninjas.
c'mon.
we had 'mexican' food for dinner,
at the local mexi-faux spot,
and played soccer until dark.
hard styles, long hikes, far drives, and tofutti treats.
a full day for all of us.
the last one for a while.
summer's done,
and as if to punctuate that point of peril,
it's colder and wetter and greyer and suckier than ever.
the woodsly goodness is depressed.
i'm sayin',
no lovely light-bringing little ladies,
and the next thing you know,
it's lugubrious as a mutha-ucka.
ouch.
harvest and maple are home.
again.
after a whole day in the car,
behind the misty moisture
and meat-headed massholes clogging the roads.
no more family days.
just days.
and plenty to do, too.
if only this horrorshow of hard rain fallin' would stop for a second.
it's too grey, kids.
there's plenty more life happening,
but i'm sitting the rest of today out.

i'm all about mushin' in my room;
never quiet, never soft.....