devaluation/inflation.

everything costs something.
luxuries more than necessities, usually.
right now, though?
they're both the same thing,
and the price is NOT right.
huh?
okay....
tomorrow,
the family is taking a free day.
no work,
no appointments,
no weak sauce,
no lame cake.
just an all-day festival of togetherness,
and a recharging of the Folk Life batteries.
with bread, and puppets, mixed-in heavily amongst the rest.
free days aren't free, though, neighbors.
the secret universal plan likes balanced scales.
evened-odds, legitimate logistics, all of that.
a super-hot day of super hottness
requires a substantial sacrifice of sh!t-salad sandwiches.
fact.
no matter how much it may be deemed mandatory that
i take just one short day all for my own,
y'know,
to avoid the perils of languishing anguish that come from
all work and no play;
there needs to be a steep fee.
luxuries,
even when nearly essential to continued function,
command a premium which overshadows their demand.
you know the rest:
without the bitter, the sweet's just not as sweet.
which brings me to today's doings-
back-to-back bitter 'butter, b!tches.
boston bruins stanley cup champion tattbombs.
two of 'em.
big 'uns, an' that.
in a row.
...that's right.
on unrelated individuals, even,
who both just happen to hate my saturday.
that's a thing.
oh, don't you worry your little heads, duders,
one of them totally IS a custom tasmanian devil.
uh-huh -Taz to his friends-
clad in a boston bruins jersey,
high-stick slapshotting a puck...
...for victory.
even my awfulness is thicker and richer than yours.
if i wasn't the type of warrior to appreciate the
picturesque perfection of a punchline,
i'd probably be pretty flippin' bummed out.
but it's always worth it for the story, kids.
and that's a true story, told truly.
happy endings are happier when the road to 'em is rough.
and paved with looney-style 'toons playing sports.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
hard-styles today,
loud, fresh rewards tomorrow.
everything costs somethin', son.
***********
it's all really happening.
all of it, all the time.
did we set our alarms for 4:30 a.m.?
we did.
did we lay out in the breaking dawn's early light,
as it battled the sturgeon's full-moonbeams?
we did.
were we vigilant for the streaks of shining debris
that mark the passing of the pre-dawn perseids?
we were.
did we see any?
we did......but barely.
despite sightseeing satellites and space stations,
the meteoric maelstrom was backlit
by far too much bright bright brightness.
a couple of the bigger, better disintegrating space turds
lit it up a little tiny bit,
but mostly,
we just enjoyed the glow of two horizons at once.
beautiful?
yeah.
it was.
*
i may be sailing the poop boat to 'tarded town today,
but only so i can drop anchor on brighter shores tomorrow.
i embark on doo-doo butter
and disembark on stormswept savage gypsy frontiers of freshness.
in between,
there's more hot fire,
more astronomic observation,
and probably some panniecakes.
real life is happening, my ninjas.
one circular, spoked, block-type varsity letter B at a time.
spoooooooooorts!
gayer than pride parades,
and less than half as interesting;
never quiet, never soft.....