Articles in the 'Seasons' Category
O Christmas Tree, O Christm—dammit.
The season, the snow, the happiness filling every hoping heart; the quick dashes out into the festive shops to grab a few surprises and dart back home in time to—sonofabitch. .
The Year of the Cat
That is the stupidest cat on planet earth. That cat will not drink water from the water dish unless she’s standing in it. STANDING. IN. IT. Stupid. That cat will scarf down a bowl of Stupid Kitty Kitty Chow and (I am not making this up, you can even ask Cute Redhead) TEN MINUTES LATER will be right back at
O Tree
Here’s how you get that face right up there: If you start with one fourteen-year old boy who tries for all the world to Be Cool, yet now and then breaches the recalcitrant layers with the Little Lunatic You Remember… …and add one younger Beta Male and all his culinary misgivings about the perfect S’more… …plus one Little Miss Everything,
Okay Now I’m Done
I’ve held off as long as is required, according to The Rules Inside My Head. Which were amended to prevent me from bad-mouthing Colorado’s winter, which I’d been wont to do in the past whenever the temperatures dipped precariously close to freezing. The amended Rules, however, preserved my life-long stipulation which allows me the freedom to state, loud and clear, that
Never Nothing Going On
Would you look at that? If that isn’t Christmas breathing down our necks, I don’t know what is. I stepped out on the front porch this morning to give Mother Nature a chance to explain Herself and couldn’t deny Her the fine handiwork. But for that red and green enduring, it’s white everywhere. Everything, innocent again. I’ve a friend back
