the hardest part.

friends,
vacation is over.
uh-huh.
february school vacation,
and it's constituent heroic family togetherness,
is all done now.
we spent as much time in the snow digging tunnels as we did
weathering the even-lamer environments of the tattoo studio.
yeah.
i guess we had to make the best of some tough spots,
and let our endurance carry the three of us through the boring parts.
not much use in lamenting overmuch now tho, y'all-
nope.
it's all done with.
the (soy)milk is spilt,
and there will be no cats lapping it up.
that's the sort of realistic outlook we rep in the woodsly goodness.
seriously.
there's messes and accidents and cleaning up afterwards.
that's it.
at any rate,
harvest and maple are back at home,
and back in school in the watery doo-doo diaperism
of connecticut's weak sauce well-wishing and wimpy unworthiness;
it sucks when they're there and not here,
and it sucks there regardless....
speaking of sucking-
i'm back to being by myself in the colder and emptier
spaces and places inside the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
it's a hard style,
but it's just the way it has to happen these days.
i mean it, neighbors.
we worked on a puzzle for a while during their stay.
and, as usual,
they were very into the easy bits,
all those recognizable words and pictures to put together...
and then their attention waned as the degree of difficulty increased.
(they must've learned that from their ma, obviously)
anyway,
it seems i'm left with the odious and laborious chore
of finishing what i started,
and revealing a picture i've already seen on the box cover.
awwwww, man.
check the teleport:

plum valley.
purple trees for days, duders,
and all so i can safely say i do what needs doing.
ugh.
huh?
the picture isn't in focus?
yeah?
so?
it's not put together yet, either, so maybe take it easy...
this is it.
fitting it all in to make more sense of what i already know;
once the fun has passed, and the going gets slower and sh!ttier.
it's all really happening;
never quiet, never soft.....