this.

it's just that expert is expert,

and everything else just isn't.

the woodsly goodsly Folk Life & Liberty Fortress

is pretty much the best spot to dwell in,

especially if you're an upstanding outgoing introspective expressive impressionist

(and i am certainly all of that).

dwelling in and dwelling on houses and problems,

which are oftentimes the same damn things,

is sure to offer as much comfort as misery 

when it's a home as handsome and homely as this manly manse.

uh huh.

when it's busted it's better,

when it's broken it's fixed,

and when it's stoopid, it's dope.

so,

with the parameters in place for the where and the how and the what of it,

i'm absolutely in the exact and exacting, 

precise and prevaricating,

precipitous and propitious place to be.

...and that's the good news.

but, 

it's missing a couple of taller and taller teenaged daughters.

you know the ones.

they're usually up here spanning time to the tune of family togetherness by now.

yeah.

yet there are events underway that are undermining this summer,

even as its just about getting underway.

the hard styles are the ones that keep popping up like a crop of unwanted, 

unwarranted, unkillable weeds in the idylls of my forest garden kingdom, kids.  

sure,

real life is known for effing up the good parts and the best intended plans,

but damn it, neighbors-

this time feels like i'm missing out on too many days, 

too often,

when there was never enough in the first place.

i'm just thinking there should be more of this:

...and there isn't any at all.

there are weeks going by,

composed of long days and longer nights,

and i s'pose there not much more to do but wait,

impatiently,

for the time when it all really happens just a little tiny bit more,

and a lot better,

and altogether improved for all of us being all together.

i don't need time to go faster to get to that place sooner...

i just need for transitive temporal temporariness to slow way down once we all arrive.

i'm here,

i'm AT the fire,

so i guess i'm just gonna span across space until the time is right.

real life is unfolding like a real A*-hole right now;

never quiet, never soft.....