Sigh.
I've not been very communicative here the last few days. It started last Friday when FB and I went down to New Yak for a weekend at the book fair, and then this week we have the new Spring catalog out, and folks are actually buying books -go figure. You come up for air and it's 9:30 Tuesday night.
It doesn't get less frenetic from here- this coming weekend everyone descends on us for February Birthday Weekend. It's like this- my birthday, my mother's birthday, my unlce and cousin's birthdays (on my father's side) and two nieces and aunt's birthday (on FB's side) all fall in February. Hence February Birthday Weekend.
Yeah, I know, I know, but we always hold February Birthday Weekend in April or May. HayZues Fucking Cristos, have you got any idea what the weather is like around here in February? Think anyone wants to drive then? I don' think so...
So everyone is here Saturday, and the house is a mess. The yard looks nice, though. It's our first spring at Foggygates, and we've got God's ownshitload of flowering trees and shrubs. I have to take some photos. When it's not raining it's quite spectacular.
So, I gotta go and get some more work done.
Hang in there, everyone.
3 comments:
Mike- thanks! I think we're just going to pave the whole thing and then paint it green, and get some of those Hollywood-style fake trees that we can just put away in the winter without having to worry about raking all the damned leaves.
That's one problem with the country- there's too many damned trees and stuff in it.
Makes me all ubqmwtu.
Oy McMeqowm! The solution is not to chop down the trees. The solution is to do nothing, let all that nature stuff run amok and then call it art. Call it a celebration of natural chaos.
Sure, it gets messy, and you lose the occasional small child in the undergrowth, but it's art!
mike's right- plastic is art too. All this "natural this" and "natural that"- who says it's better? Besides, plastic is natural too- it's made from oil, which is made from old, rotted dinosaurs carcasses, so, really, by using plastic trees we are making a great natural and artistic statement about, well... about something.
The problem with natural nature is it's too damned messy. Now and then you meet someone who can overcome that- if you remember, our friend mjt's sister once spent the summer using an ink pen to number every single leaf on a large maple tree. (true story- swear to god.)
I thought the idea was a little jlmlwncb, but hey, she's an artist. 'Nuff said.
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