-Currently in an ongoing battle of wills with an obstinate skunk who wants to make a home under my shed.  I bang on the foundation sending it out the back way, and proceed to fill in the burrow holes.  It comes back and says “f*ck yo fill” and retrenches. This has happened three times.  I’ve taken to burying pieces of lumber.  It’s all very Fantastic Mr. Fox-ish.

-I’d welcome a fox, come to think of it.

-Digging holes when you have torn ligaments is a real treat, btw.

-People who follow social media accounts with the expectation that you follow back and immediately unfollow when you do, -that deserves a paddlin’.

It was raining this morning and I slipped in my yard while carrying some guitar parts in from the shed. I hyper-extended my previously broken knee and as I hit the ground I was so angry. While writhing and popping my dislocated patella back into place I was desperately searching around with my free hand for the guitar backs I’d dropped, hoping beyond hope they hadn’t fallen into a puddle or broken, as in a very real way they represent a full year’s work for me.

The backs were safe, just a little muddy. My knee is in a sorry state, all puffed up and unstable. I suppose it could have been worse.

I got tagged for the #stopdropandselfie thing by @flukelady.  I stopped, but didn’t want to drop the carefully laminated thing I was shaping.   Behold me in dusty triumph.

I have a fear of tagging people. I figure people who are comfortable posting selfies do so, and those who aren’t don’t, and though I like seeing faces I’d rather not impose discomfort or embarrassment on my fellow weirdos.

-this coconut lip balm is really the most decadent treat imaginable.

– “I guess I should have kept my mouth shut when I started to brag about my car but I can’t back down now ‘cus I’ve pushed the other guys too far”, is just about the best way to start the second verse of a love song.

-i want to build a yurt. Please don’t try and talk me out of it.