melting.

well,
there's snow everywhere.
eleven foot high piles of roof-fallen and shovel-tossed
cold, white, dense-packed, icy, wet worstness,
on both sides of my walkway, even.
and that's some waterbaby bullsh!t, for sure.
y'know what helps, though?
yeah.
oatcakes.
i'm serious.
a burly biscuit or three has all the raw man-power i need
to tackle all the deflating effects of shoveling,
watching way more of it slide right where i just removed it,
and doing that another 'nother time,
or two,
before work.
uh-huh.
oatcakes are what's up.
check the consolation-prize-breakfast-type teleport:

yum4tum, neighbors.
turns out i don't have a circle-shaped purpose-driven cutter,
but i DO have a whole lot of glasses.
instead of cookie-cuttin' these knobbly hearty wholemeal jauns,
multipurpose roundness in the form of smoothie cups
has been in full effect over here.
usin' it up, wearin' it out, makin' do, or doin' without?
you know it.
i guess it has to happen sometimes.
friends,
those biscuits have got a lot going on inside of them.
really.
chopped dried apricots, diced dried cranberries, whole raisins,
and lots of whole oats mixed in with the flour.
that's the way to make sure they've got all the nutrients, y'know?
mmhmm.
and that's apricot jammed confectioners' icing drizzled on top,
before the toasted almond slice sprankles finish it off.
oh, yes,
for sure....
i know they're expert.
heck,
i shark-glutton jaw-powered through eight or nine of 'em already.
i'm like that.
and as a result of all that extra-activational energy,
i'm ready, if mildly unwilling, to participate in more snow removal.
i'll wager there's gonna be dirty brown ice here until june.
ugh.
***********
in other news,
harvest and maple's school play is saturday.
...and i've gotta be there.
rules is rules,
and i'm not trying to be the kind of dad who sucks at being a dad.
y'hear me?
now,
what's way better than going to connecticut??
everything.
duh.
but,
what's even more trying and tiring and terrible?
there and back,
roundtrip non-stop back and forth,
with a middle school production of little mermaid (jr.)
as the rest stop in-between hard-drivin' highway exchanges
to the nancypantsiest state in new england.
yikes.
i win for losing,
but responsible adulthood dictates that i do the right thing,
and show these kids i love them more than i hate
the vomitous voyage that bookends their big debut.
rules is rules, always.
awwwwwwwwww.
that's almost sweet, huh?
at least, in a semi-compliant complainant kind of way.
anyway,
it's ALL really happening,
and i'm already out of oatcakes;
never quiet, never soft.....