i went to connecticut,
i went down to the bottom middle of connecicut,
which is a good four and a half to five hours south of the woodsly goodness,
and i saw the cheshire high school drama production of singing in the rain.
it was good.
it was long.
there was a lot of kissing.
and there was real rain.
i watched my daughter smile from ear to ear as she sang and danced,
it was a great time to be a dad.
sitting next to my older daughter, with her stepbrother, and my ma,
all watching the heck out of that musical explosion of youth and yesteryear.
i liked it,
and i was damned glad i went down.
family togetherness with harvest and maple is my F*ing favorite thing.
they're a lot of fun to be around.
for realsies, we could sure use a whole lot more of that in all our lives.
crabtree spent a day and a night and half a day again
under the attentive and watchful auspices of my friends patty and dennis.
they can now attest to what a time-consuming attention-seeking
and totally obsessive, compulsive, impulsive and terrible terrier he truly is.
i could not have been in connecticut had they not helped out.
and crabby is very lucky,
and they are very good and kind.
so yay and hooray for that.
by and large, teenagers don't give a sh!t.
i know i hated everything and everyone and more, always.
that lasted well into my twenties,
with hints and highlights popping up throughout the following decades, too.
i count myself ferociously fortunate that i have a laughing, loving,
true and genuine relationship with my two big littles.
the have better hearts than i could've ever dreamed.
we went back to their house after the show,
and we had cupcakes.
homemade jauns, obvi.
i brought 'em with me.
vanilla fudgy mini-cakes are good to share with your people.
so i did.
crushed chocolate-filled chocolate sandwich cream cookies??
that's definitely the best way to make use of a shopping-hungry purchase.
chocolate frosting blops,
five-pointed vanilla frosting swirls.
that cookie crumble,
and how about how sexxxy those cupcake papers are?!
i want that pretty princess celebration cake,
especially when i'm sharing it with the extended family.
don't bring weak sauce to your ex-wife and her husband's house.
if you do, you're a turd, man.
you going somewhere that calls for cakes?
do you want to make some cupcakes?
1 cup sugar;
1/3 cup light brown sugar;
1/2 tsp salt;
2 tsp vanilla;
*creamed, and whipped with
3/4 cup vanilla soy yogurt.
3 cups flour;
1/4 cup tapioca flour;
3 T corn starch;
2 tsp bakey powder;
1 tsp bakey soda;
1 cup vanilla soymilk;
stirred with 3 T lemon juice curdled for 5 minutes;
& 2 T agave;
whisk the sh!t outta that stuff,
and bake it in half-filled papers, for 30ish minutes,
cupcakes are great.
you don't have to worry about the size of your slices,
or how gummed up your knife might get with all that frosting.
you just peel off the papes,
and fire it up.
after a bit of breakfast with my children,
i hit the road to the north.
the play, the 'cakes, a bagel,
and that's that.
home again, home again, jiggety-jig.
whereas the singing in the rain that happened in the play
paled in comparison to the screaming and yelling i was doing\
on the the ride home again,
it was kind of rough, especially when the rain was falling/.
that's when the slush and ice and suckiness really got started.
i navigated snow and whiteouts for more than half the way back,
nervous nerds white-knuckling the one lane snowtrack drive up
through these hills, keeping me at a constant 40mph or less.
i can't tell you the words to what i was singing,
but i can say that most of them were the eff and ess ones.
.......and now i'm home in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress,
freezing in the 'springtime' snow.
as always, there wasn't enough time.
as usual, i'm scrambling to catch up.
forever and ever, it's all really happening,
and i'm just wondering where i fit into it.
a migratory path through or over?
outside of and around?
i can't tell, because i'm surrounded by so much to do.
maybe a new perspective is in order,
that's what today is all about;
never quiet, never soft.....