If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?



Monday, February 16, 2015

On one hand...

It's not Vermont.

On the other hand...

           It's not Vermont.



Monday, February 2, 2015

So, I flopped on to my bed with my boy, Bo, fully intending to break bad on some blogging with my I-phone. 

I was fixed to get intimate with ya'll. Bring you up to speed. Hypothesize as to why my posts have diminished to tweets.Pathetic tweets at that. I was set to apologize, and with my thumbs, hope for a better tomorrow. 


Bo, unfortunately has gas. It's just awful. Funny, but awful. 

I'd say it has a great deal to do with the miscellaneous pig and deer parts strewn about my yard. But it really doesn't matter what it has a great deal to do with, because as you can clearly see from the photograph, I'm  in no position to...  well... dwell. 

Maybe next time.

Stay comfy.