it's a seriously sh!tty tuesday in the mountains, y'all.
icy droplets of doo-doo butter dripping down,
sunless plummeting thermometer temps,
with a side-order of fever-hot foreheads,
and whole lot of F*ed up headcold ruination.
yep.
i'm infested with congestion-type jauns-
i've got a hurricane in my skull,
and a porcupine in my throat.
the good news is that i'm using the stormswept shed quills
to author new frontiers in fury and ferocious fire.
that's the truth.
acute connecticitis notwithstanding,
i'm always happier when times are tough,
nights are long,
and styles are hard.
otherwise,
i'm complaining for no good reason, yeah?
yeah.
today is that day.
me and harvest and maple have been defying the
doom diagnosed to us via this dearth of welcoming weather,
and the absence of available awesome activities.
that's correct, yo.
we began the day with a tried-and-true ragnarok repast:
double-thick fluffy manly manhole covers, duders.
did we sneak a little maple cream in between the stacks?
you bet your sweet butt we did.
i mean, c'mon.
what am i?
an A*-hole?
nope.
take it easy,
maple cream is vegan, dummy.
oh,
now we're bringing the good back to baked goods.
you ninjas all know we get rad in the kitchen,
and when the going gets grimy,
the pans get greased and preheat gets brought to bear.
stand back and sniff, suckas.
smell that?
yuuuuuuuuuuup.
this kinder-rockgarten has been consistently activating
the epic expert experience of Folk Life culinary hottness.
we've got banana bread in there now,
and a chocolate coconut pie in the queue, too.
real life is happening.
drippy faucet faces, dirty skies,
and traffic-jammin out-of-towned-up massholes
can't put a stop to it, either.
they're trying though, and i'll give 'em points for the effort.
our nearly-never here neighbors next door
have got every light on in their whole entire house,
indoors and out.
nothing says woodsly goodness
quite like a billionteen lumens of light pollution
pointed directly at my driveway.
ahhhhhhh.
i think i'll light a candle near the foot,
and let it take care of my problem for me.
*
hey-O!
i got some treats from hawaii today, too.
word up.
check the teleport:
who knew we needed it?
cucchie knew, that's who.
***********
the december embers are dying out.
the stoked-up fuego of a new year
is waiting to light up our lives.
it's winter vacation.
it's Folk Life living.
and it's a snow day.
what-what, say-what, say-what?
yuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
anything can happen;
never quiet, never soft.....
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