Some bugs will be “sleeping” well tonight.
Seeing as we live in the land of cows, sailboats and gigantic soul-sucking slugs, it is not surprising that the grass to creepy-crawly ratio in our back yard is about 6.9 to 1. That is 6.9 bugs, slugs or indescribably weird mobile mutant mucus logs per 1 blade of grass. Continue reading
I can’t explain why. I needed this boat to come back.Â
Picture of my favorite house between here and Seattle, nowhere near the water, taken through a dirty windshield while driving.
Apparently the little boat that sailed into the night reads my blog. On Wednesday I finally called for its return.
Last night at the mariner’s house one small square window was glowing with a dim light, the first sign of life I’ve seen there all summer.
This morning the ship was back afloat the billowing grass, missing only its mast, no doubt having been smashed in some outrageous journey… or taken down for winter storage.
In one field near the house a herd of cows likes to graze. Frequently they can be seen lounging around a sign that reads “Premium Angus Beef: Call for details.” How the rancher gets them to aid in his advertising is beyond me. Needless to say, I fear they are hopelessly illiterate.
Where have you gone, little sailboat? Every day I would drive by your house, a small piece of wreckage, seemingly washed far ashore in our little section of suburbia. The tall grass lapped against the peeling paint of your ancient grey-blue mariner’s hideaway. There you floated on the sea of grass, next to an old colorless Impala, its soft top only visible above the waves. Continue reading
So it’s Wednesday! What could be more fun than doing tips since I didn’t get to them yesterday? Scuba Diving maybe or laying completely alone in a flowered valley at the top of a lonely mountain while birds fly overhead and I am never ever woken up by a three-year-old asking me not to smell bad. By the way, she needs to get her nose examined as badly as Magoo needs a new tuning knob. I smell sweet as a peach. Continue reading
