Tired of the Drizzle

Rain rain go away, I want to work outside today.
Paint the trellis, dig a hole, try to kill that pesky mole.
12" tall my grass has growed- time: one month since last I mowed.
This constant wet effects my chickens! No more eggs - broody dispositions.
Only sun placates my mood, solar rays send me your food.
I'll stop this rhyming now, I mean it. Anybody want a peanut?

blog

Earlier today I really wanted to write something deep and meaningful. Now I don't. Why? I don't blog. Why? It is time consuming and I have been told I am too self editing. I am not quite sure how that is a bad thing, but lets just put that on the fact side of the stack and move on.

So what does someone who is self editing and doesn't blog write about?

Sock monkeys.

Why? Because sock monkeys are safe and they make me laugh.

Sock: warm, safe undergarment that one is usually not afraid to show in public. "would you like to see my socks?" Well, uh, sure.

Monkey: A universally interesting animal that most people associate with good things like going to the zoo, funny commercials and Burt Reynolds. I would not really say that Burt is a "good thing," but it would be hard to deny his dry banter was completely devoid of humor. That and he always had some cool hat.

I think there is something universally vulnerable and or lonely about sock monkeys, like maybe they have an inferiority complex but that is a subject for another blog.

That is enough for my first blog in like two years.