watch that first step....

...it's a dooo-oo-ooozy.
BING!!!
that's right, all you ned ryersons-
it's groundhog day.
and i sure as heckfire remember you.
for the record,
punxsutawney phil can go screw.
a promise of early spring right now
is as of much use as an extensive knowledge
of sanskrit is to someone trapped in a gutter in lima.
i'm sayin'.
keep your big action to yourself,
and if you aren't showing up with a shovel,
then please, just stay wherever the heck you already are.
the woodsly goodness doesn't need any more weak-sauce waterbabies
slaloming along it's wet, wintry roadways.
stay home, stay warm, and cut it out.
ma nature is giving us the frigid F*-blasting.
seems oxymoronic, kinda, huh?
c'mon.
you like it.
***********
8 years.
in a row.
that's no joke.
coincidentally on groundhog day-
and repeating ad infinitum ever since.
yes sir.
8 years of woodsly goodsly Folk Life & Liberty.
and in no way is THAT depressing.
(are you sure?)
and to think i showed up here
with just half a kitchen garbage bagful of owned property,
and now all of THIS is happening.
payments, payments, bills, and expenses.
or, as you capitalist vermin would know it better as:
success.
happy anniversary, to me.
seriously, neighbors.
getting away from all the doo-doo buttery nancypantsery,
and making the magic happen was the very best move ever made...
that's really real, on the real, and documented.
i said it, i meant it, and i made it happen.
(take that, red spikes)
.....and now,
i'm buried under feet of snow.
nothin' like a little blizzard to reinforce some affirmative life decisions, huh?
uh-huh.
***********
hard styles and hard weather.
it's all really happening.
and i wouldn't trade it for all the heat on the equator.
after all,
we've got all the hottness we could ever need right here;
never quiet, never soft.....