Crescent Beach, 10 cords of wood and a musical

Kelly and Alyssa in Canada two months ago.

Evan-shually I’ll have big pix in my posts by default and will be blogging until about 2064 or so.  Big plans, people, big plans!

Canada…

Dad stacked 10 cords of firewood in his basement last week!  Split from trees he grew and cut himself and hauled a mile from his back lot last winter.   With his horses and sled.   Over snow and such.  In Canada!!!  And he’s 72.  What a guy.  Lots more on him, Mom and the rest of my clan evan-shually.

Jim, Kelly and I will be moving back to Canada In a couple years — lock, stock and summer apparel.  It’ll be hard to leave wonderful Austin but all of our 368 relatives (and that’s only out to 3rd cousins,) are in The Great White North.  And musically it could be a great fit for me as N. Y. City is actually a lot closer to Halifax than to Austin — less than a 3-hour flight.  The theatres of Broadway do beckon so brightly for the musical “I Need A Man,” I’m writing.   Plus, it’s only 2 hours from Halifax to Bermuda for those winter respites.  And direct non-stop flights to London, maybe even Paris fly out every day.  So maybe the move back won’t be so bad after all.

Because of Esther Von Weenerchopper

This lady, a poet whose wonderful whacky blog I enjoy has a contest going on to win a new blue Flying Spaghetti Monster tee.  Entrants have to write why the shirt should be theirs and no one else’s.

This is what I just submitted… 

Surely the shirt should be mine because in February 1943 my great-grandmother Esther Von Weenerchopper, sole founder of the Hot-On Cotton Company est. 1926 — at risk of being shot on sight (or worse,) trudged eighteen miles at night during the worst blizzard in sixty-two years to smuggle into a Warsaw brothel the only known copy of “Cotton-Dyeing Today” beneath her still-ample-but-somewhat-shrinking breasts, under her threadbare cloak,  past numerous stations of SS guards — not three hours before she finally succumbed alone in her unheated room on an unupholstered old Lutheran church pew that served as her bed,  to the ravages of pleurisy — not be found until six days later by her only son who had finally escaped a Russian Gulag after nine years of unlawful incarceration, blind in both eyes, deaf in his right ear and without benefit of his left big toe, (direct results of the inmate riot and ensuing carnage which so enabled his escape two months earlier,) after which the Nuns-of-Perpetual-Glad-Tidings found him in a ditch and helped him get back to Warsaw.

Only from that single copy in existence of “Cotton Dyeing Today” are we, in these modern times able to dye such a fetching time-honored shade of blue on Flying Spaghetti Monster tees.

Now, shouldn’t that tee be mine?!

With her first self-haircut, age 3 1/2

Now Again

Before we know it it’ll be November 4th.

Then November 5th.

Then Thanksgiving.

Then Christmas.

Wait, back up to Halloween.

Okay, Halloween. 

Then Nov. 4th.

Then Christmas.

Then Valentines’.

Then Easter.

Then the last day of school.

Then the first day of school.

Then now again.

In all humility…

I’m so kicking ass with figuring out this WordPress thing and it’s only been, what – 5 days since I finally took the plunge? 

I’ve even been learning how to edit HTML by trial and error! 

Who knew?

Admittedly, the man who designed the theme is a real sweetie and has helped me via email some, so I’m not doing it all on my own, but still, I’m really getting right in there and bustin’ some code butt today.

Now, to get my Google ads back and start making that $1.75 a day again! 

Whee-hoo.