bye bye.

once again,
i'm up early.
i mean,
it's about a billion degrees outside,
and that's the only time that the Folk life & Liberty Fortress gets warm.
huh?
oh.
this big old house is so well sheltered from the elements that light and heat remain without
whenever the temperature and humidity are less than 90 degrees and 90 percent.
....which they are right now, giving us our thankfully all-too-rare sweatbox oven-style
sauna of woodsly soup air and dense wet close atmospheric activation.
it's gross, for sure.
also,
it's our last few moments as a family for a while, again.
harvest and maple head back to the weasely weak-sauce of their home state,
and this fresh forest realm will be decidedly diminished by their absence.
that's no joke.
family togetherness is good for you,
especially when it's the thermonuclear family you choose to span time with.
yeah.
we had ne heck of a last day, duders-
school clothes shopping;
overeating at our favorite portland, maine vegan spot- the green elephant;
watching murder mysteries on netflix;
and starting the whole day off correctly with a burly batch of griddlers.
hmm?
neighbors,
we LOVE to eat pancakes,
and we LOVE when they're lovely.
check the fat-stacks-of-heart-attacks-type teleport:

word up.
nutrients are important for days spent spending money.
seriously.
and we wouldn't want to collapse early,
before every last dime and quarter gets given no quarter,
and we buy up all the best school clothes in sight.
i mean,
i've become the outfit-picker-outer extraordinaire these past few years.
i am very flattered,
since i'm just some weird old guy from the mountains.
y'know?
c'mon.
since when does your dad help you look good?
...since he's a shallow and vain viking striking lightning-struck poses
in all the clothes he can carry off from wherever the new hottness is being sold.
no?
i think that's real.
i'm in an image-conscious image-dependent industry,
and it's part of my job to know what looks good.
(and with my dear darling daughters,
i can actually offer an opinion based on that knowledge
which will serve to improve our relations...
...unlike at the tattzap studio where what's really good is shunned like an amish slut)
boom.
so that's where we're at.
headed away from here this morning,
so i ca be all the way back up here,
and back at work, this afternoon.
it's a hard style, and a terrible goodbye, every single time.
i miss 'em already,
and they're still asleep upstairs.
yuck.
i know i'm lucky that these kids WANT to see me.
and, honestly, i'm grateful  for the opportunity to impart what i believe on them.
it's the minority opinion that they're exposed to, without question.
i have that core value, steeped in choice, black and white and absolute,
that i keep reinforcing whenever we're together.
it's important that they keep it close at all time-
just be dope, or F* right off.
i mean,
anything less is just not expert.
they're going away, and i'm coming back empty handed,
but i'm grateful for all the time we did share.
am i a mushy diaper baby?
sometimes.
these girls are important to me,
and that gets me emotional.
then again,
it might just be the pre-full moon pumping wolfpack werewolf genes to the surface,
and i'm just doing what my infinite nature requires.
either way,
it's all really happening,
and i know just how lucky i am;
never quiet, never soft.....