The Life, She Is Good

Fark FB. I tried to do a simple quick & easy, down 'n' dirty post 'bout this evening, and it kept insisting I had too many characters. What's the freaking use if'n I cannot say something as simple as this:

'Twas a really good evening of happy hour at Sapphire Hotel, Mabon ritual w/Legend, slicing apples for the young mistress Judy-Pants, enjoying the company of blot & quetz as the full moon rose, doing artsy-craftsy stuff w/cement, compost bark, shredded paper, mounded rocks, sand, rhubarb leaves, &c., sitting on the back porch watching the moon rise and shine 'tween the clouds, sipping wine from my parents' wedding present wood goblets, making plans involving hot spring & camping & motorcycles, talking nonsense & importance, reading Winnie the Pooh & Christopher Robin, too, giggling, enjoying life the universe and everything...

And now Harry Potter is being read aloud in the next room as kittenhead Fargo sits on my arms and I contemplate what to pack for SoCal where it's gonna top out at in the upper 90s (if not triple digits) while I've gotten used to the shift to Fall in the PacNW.

Life is good. I like mine. I love the folks who choose to be part of it...and those who don't, even if'n they miss out on some real good sh!t. ;-P

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