Held a bird’s egg between her breasts Shawshank, August 12, 2020August 13, 2020 Happy hump day y’all! It’s been a week today hasn’t it, nudge nudge, wink wink. Say no more! A nudge is as good as a wink to a blind bat, yanno. It’s a bright and sunny, but a slightly windy morning here in TinyTown. The guy across the street is using an angle grinder to chop up some metal. Me, on my second cup of coffee. Shady Acres is slowly starting to wake up. Nothing much going on here today. I thinking I’m helping my mom bake some bread. Tomorrow we have to go into BiggerTown, to helps grandmother deal with her hearing aids, and pick up a few things at Walmart. Me? I’m thinking about lunch in BiggerTown. I’ve been craving something. But I don’t know what it is. I just want ….. something, ya know? I can’t wait until they open the border. I miss my wife. I miss everything about her, and I want to get started here. Another week or two and I should be getting started talents on getting some ID. Can’t wait. But for now, holding pattern. Life
Life Well show me the way to the next whiskey bar April 15, 2023 Thanks to Chaucer, and a mini kitty race at 6:30, we’re awake here. Good morning all you party people. I hope your Saturday is going as well as possible. It looks a little gray out there, but it looks like it may clear up. We have coffee, and I have Chaucer on my lap. This… Read More
Life Ten lords a-leaping December 10, 2023 “It’s Sunday, it’s brunch day. Are you ready for a piece of bacon?” – Crystal to Chaucer. Just minutes ago. The coffee has finished brewing, and Chaucer is in between us, and snuggly and purry. It’s Sunday. And all the light in the world is gone only blackness. Blackness and snow. That is an our… Read More
Life Well, I’ve been down so very damn long that it looks like up to me February 14, 2022 Good morning happy Monday. The monday curse strikes again. This time – my coffee pot. It died sometime in the night. The lights still work, but the element or the actual coffee working mechanism doesn’t anymore. The coffee maker is probably 25-30 years old. Thankfully, I have a French press to get a coffee into… Read More
And by help, I mean pour new flour into the flour bucket. That’s it. So I’m ineffective as a baker of breads. But hey, I can get a job as a strong back weak mind, huh? Reply