dark and stormy.

nothing puts the kibosh on hot fire
like cold water.
last night seemed especially dismal.
what with a cloudily concealed moon,
and a sky filled with drips and drops.
so much for a tasty druid-infused depredation
of ley lines and cosmic potency.
awwwww, man.
instead, it was apple crisp and cuddly pajamas,
and a roasty-toasty magic-blanket reading night.
that's what constitutes a date up here, neighbors...
one tasty flame-kissed evening thwarted
by the drizzling whims of ma nature,
and replaced with novels and bakery-fresh fruit treats.
hard styles. kids.
for sure.
but it's still Fall,
and it's still raining.
maybe a little busy business is bound to begin?
i sure hope so.
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september is nearly finshed already.
just a weak little week away from over.
that's somethin'.
and then, my ninjas,
it's october.
hands down the hottest sh!t in the bowl.
october!
and so soon.
that means i'm staring down the barrel of another 'nother
monsoon of madness.
the fair, and it's constituent elements.
the visitors.
the leaves.
the mutha-uckin' falafels.
and on the 21st,
i'll be the proud parent of a sonuvagunnin' 10 year old.
and it'll mark 11 years of tattyblastifying, too.
times are flyin', y'all.
i'm grateful for the ones i have been given.
spanning;
never quiet, never soft.....