it's ready.

neighbors,
when it happens,
i get pretty flippin' excited.
i do.
what?
oh.
y'know-
when the dinnertime happens.
every time. every night, as soon as it all really happens,
there's excitement-
but,
especially when it's ready already,
and waiting for me on the table an' that.
yup.
coming home to hot suppa is the big action,
and i appreciate it every time.
this time was no exception.
mucho tacos is what i like, and mucho tacos is what i got.
check the dinnertime-type teleport:

mmmmmmm.
guacamole is expert;
refried beans are expert;
quinoa and rice with lime is expert,
...even if it vaguely resembles mealworms.
and crumbly mexico protein stuffing is great,
with the spicy red in it, and tomatoes on it,
and spinach for eye-poppin' popeye-ay-ay excellence, too.
it just feels good to have food waiting for you.
like,
by showing up with a hungry face,
you're fulfilling it's destiny, duders.
ampy made it happen,
and i am grateful for it.
the sprankles were spranky,
the pea shoots were tendrily to eleven,
the lime wedges were tart,
and the whole enchilada (yeah, yeah, i know- the tacos)
had phenomenal written all over the place.
every meal is a victory in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
that's no joke.
*
i've got temperamental plumbing,
and an even more delicately calibrated dog.
between the impossibly irritating idiosyncrasies of both,
i've been on edge like a stepping razor for days.
there's less and less time between events,
and fewer and fewer opportunities in between,
and that's a damned hard style, friends.
plumbers and puppies make for shorter and shorter hours,
and all of it,
while most assuredly really happening,
is hurtling me towards an expiration date that seems absurdly close at hand.
however,
there's cold-weather windy winter walking being demanded
by the high-pitched whiny mewls of my little guy,
and although he doesn't know that his pissy frequency is precisely fine-tuned
to the exact tone that makes a really-real stormswept savage fully freak the F* out,
he's about to learn.
it's all part of a bigger picture,
but i feel like there's about to be an interruption in the artistry,
and an introduction to berserker brutality.
tooth and claw and hands and paws,
we work through our differences in the old ways.
that's the woodsly goodsly path;
never quiet, never soft.....