Day 62/365: Blammo
[Project 365]
The squirrels have dug up and demolished all but one of my crocuses, apparently. Swell.
It’s cliché to say and hyperbolic and patently untrue, but my God, this winter has felt longer and more soul-deadening than any winter ever before, in the history of Earth winters. I swore I wasn’t going to be one of those people already wishing for spring in the middle of December, and I more or less kept to my promise. But I can’t keep quiet anymore. I’m sick of it. Go. Just go. I’m not…
As are we all. In the good way, of course. Aisles and aisles of fresh produce at sane prices. Huge fish. Animal organs. Giant bags of rice. So much hot sauce to choose from. Piñatas! [Project 365]
I now have two bird feeders. Mine is the most popular yard on the block, as voted by tiny winged creatures. Seriously, it sounds like bird armageddon out there most days. [Project 365]
They pulled out all the stops when they heard I was finally joining the Brooks. [Project 365]
Is “I’m putting you in charge of cleaning the stove eyes because I am afraid of them” an unreasonable thing to say to one’s partner?
And now begins the portion of the year where I spend a good deal of time 1) hoping a tree or large parts of a tree don’t fall on my house 2) in the basement at work, fidgeting as a siren blasts in my ear and deadline nears 3) pretending that either of those things are anywhere near as terrifying as the prospect of an actual tornado coming across that river and fucking things up.…
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