Posted in Uncategorized on March 31, 2008 | 10 Comments »
So we were sitting on the deck, as we are wont to do. This is after Mr. Froth had saved the life of the previously-mentioned tree frog. We were working a crossword puzzle together, which is our new game we play. It’s fun. He misreads some clues, I come up with the wrong answer, then [...]
Posted in Uncategorized on March 29, 2008 | 3 Comments »
The dust entwines with the urine entwines with the blood entwines with the terror.
And then Mr. Froth scoops the tree frog off the window and throws him onto the bush to live another day, away from the ribbon snake who snacked on its left foot.
No more hose livin’. Always on guard.
Posted in Uncategorized on March 29, 2008 | 5 Comments »
It can be your friend. Avoidance, that is. It can also be your blanket. Not that soft fleecy Christmas gift you luxuriate in when it’s not 806 degrees outside, but the skanky, pill-ridden, hole-spattered, dog and cat excreted upon ruin that you still drag around because it’s familiar.
If you have a clue what that meant [...]
Posted in Uncategorized on March 28, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I go in streaks listening to music, which is stupid. Music is balm; it’s energy; it’s joy; it’s sad; it’s glorious; it’s etc.
So, I’ve been listening to stuff I haven’t listened to in awhile. Some of which was sent to me by this fabulous guy I’ve never met. He’s part of a message board I’ve [...]
Posted in Uncategorized on March 28, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I came home and Mr. Froth was preparing to ease off into sleep since he had to get up early. I, on the other hand, was still pissed off and wound up from the fucking meeting. So, I grabbed a glass of wine and sat down on the floor with Beebs the dog and Merv [...]
Posted in Uncategorized on March 28, 2008 | No Comments »
We’ve completed a month of annual board meetings. I had one late meeting Wednesday and one late meeting Thursday. Full of brutally gnawing sound and fury. Continuous and continual and nonstop sound and fury.
Plus desserts.
My brain hurts. My brainpan hurts. My psyche is tired. My feet are tired. I’m listening to Cassandra Wilson and thinking [...]
Posted in Uncategorized on March 22, 2008 | 5 Comments »
Frothlet #1’s cat, Artie, who used to be the psychocat, who has visited us within the past six months-remember her? has now birthed two babies and our son is awaiting the rest. One of the kittens has no tail like his/her mom and has the same coloring, the other is black with a long tail. Hmmmm. [...]
Posted in Uncategorized on March 22, 2008 | 6 Comments »
Call me the Easter Froth. I’m hippity hoppitying down the snail trails in our yard, wearing my fantabulous sparkly, flashing-light tiara. It was a gift. From a friend, who, like me, likes shiny things. Sometimes the shiny things are plastic and have batteries, but they serve the purpose.
Planting of the impatiens commenced and ended for [...]
Posted in Uncategorized on March 20, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I’m tired of electioneering. And it’s only March.
Unfortunately, I have to put up with local electioneering, to the point that we, the Froths, must say, “No, thank you. We are not going to help you put up signs, sign up people, people the polls, poll the neighborhood or…” I couldn’t think of anything that would [...]
Posted in Uncategorized on March 20, 2008 | No Comments »
We gotchur pork. Tonight we had grilled pork ribs. Not smoked. Grilled. A little bit medium rare in parts. But that went with the bird seed scattered about from the new bird feeder. Avian-flu-flavored rare pork.
And Mr. Froth bought two 7,000 pound pork shoulders which will be smoked tomorrow. We’ll be porkin’ up.
And then we’ll [...]
