lumbering jackers.

ohhhhhhh sh!t, mutha-b!tches!
you know what this right here means?

yeah.
for starters,
it means that my shark-like gluttony couldn't wait
for a photo opportunity to arrive
before a big bite into the best panniecakes yet.
and just why were panniecakes on the munch-up list this morning?
because lumberjacks always eat a hearty meal of pan-style cakes
before engaging in epic, heroic, masculine deforestation.
obviously.
if long beards denote wisdom (or alcoholism),
then thick beards indicate manliness.
and let me tell all y'all,
wayne's beard is the thickest.
and by virtue of free-association,
his manliness knows no rivals.
you guys know about wayne?

you should.
he pierces bodies,
he eats pancakes,
he saws wood.
he's a man, duders.
a real one, i mean.
after trying to fix my chainsaw, with tools,
and a lighter (it's true),  to no avail...

he whipped out a spare,
(i assume woodsly tree-fellin' fellas always have one handy)
and did a whole bunch of this:

are you checking your teleport?

like i said before;
ohhhhhh sh!t!!
for the record,
i mostly just scoopled up the brush and branches.
(my beard is very well groomed, but not nearly as dense)
duders,
we puffed on some stumps (of rolled-up leafy stench)
and carved up some other 'nother stumps (of sappy spruce),
and ate lunch,
and moved huuuuuuge rocks,
and pretty much increased the atmospheric testosterone quotient
by at least 111%.
word the F* up.
that's a lot of action for a rainyish wednesday.
i'm tellin' you guys.
now that the treeline is leaner,
the living roof woodshed is only
a little tiny bulldozer away from happening.
and it's ALL really happening, neighbors.
***********
it's a new moon tonight.
the blackest night, even.
darker darkness,
brighter stars.
or at least,
they would be brighter if the clouds weren't peeing on us.
there just had to be rain, huh?
so,
instead of sitting on my newly erected stone bench,
i'm indoors,
beside a candle or three,
basking in the miniature glow of a slightly less hot fire.
it smells like pumpkins, though, and white pines.
so it could be a lot worse.
plus,
tomorrow night is only 24 short hours away,
and the sliver of moony whiteness won't be much
in the way of muting the orange blaze that's sure to happen.
days off?
over and done with.
days on?
yeah, they sure are;
never quiet, never soft.....