power; -full, -less.

the power's been out most of today.
why?
well, because the languorous, laising,
lackadaisical day i intended to have
was completely co-opted by brutal buffeting
arctic mutant winds and preposterously
powerful gusts and gales.
someone had other plans for me, it would seem.
so firewood was carried along in the belligerent bite
of a below-freezing force of nature,
and the stove kept me thawed in between barrelfuls.
not exactly the benchmark of turbo productivity.
however,
there are cookies and cornbread baked up and ready
for tomorrow's mythic, magic, vegan glutton explosion.
and that's something.
***********
i finished carving another block print.
it's true.
there will be a picture of it tomorrow, right here.
the ink's still tacky,
and hell, the image may be tacky too.
i sure hope not though.
it's 12" x 12", which is about 30 centimeters each way.
so it's not exactly small,
and it's pretty busy,
even if i wasn't today.
i did make my dog spray a little hot vomit, too.
that's no joke.
poor little dummy-head olive does NOT like
car rides and cigar smoke it would seem.
my truck doesn't really like bright puce puke splats, either.
but it all really happened.
then,
when my super-awesome wife finally got home,
the power came on.
i had been reading by candlelight,
and that is a strobed-out epileptic flicker-fest
at the best of times,
and listening to the werewolfen howls of the wind,
which, incidentally, did not limit itself to the willows.
the point is,
13 mutha-b!tchin' long months later,
my wifely hottness is officially,
as in, on documents,
legally,
mrs. rock.
name change, son!!!
sorry, self-aware, cherished-identity name keepers,
but we run it old testament man-style over here.
...eventually.
that's right.
better late than never,
the real deal gift of gnarly nomenclature has been bestowed.
recognize.
and F* that hyphen sh!t, too.
either you're on the team, or you're not.
no flippy-floppin', no fence-sitting, just rock.
hard. loud. fresh.
believe it.
Folk Life & Liberty under a sovereign banner,
united,
and all that hard-style flavor.
word.
***********
plus,
it's our buddy holly's big berfday today.
happy day, old lady.
but,
it's not as happy as it could've been:
unlike every single other year since we've known her,
she didn't come up here for the birthly/thankful feastliness.
which means she gets older,
and we lose out.
i have feelings, neighbors,
and she hurt 'em....
booooooooooooooooo!!!
that's heckling, ninjas.
we still doo-doo that,
even when we miss a b!tch.
so we're all alone, now.
nobody wants to be a part of the folksy hottness,
i guess.
it's okay, though, because that means
more mutha-uckin, finger-lickin', gravy-basted
bangin' shark-swallow excellence for ME.
and the mrs.
just sayin',
it takes a whole lot of rocks to build a fortress;
never quiet, never soft.....