4.30.13 While it's serious Spring outside this window it still looks like winter at Mt. Misery. Just a few miles south but dramatically different.
4.29.13 Like the broken bowls, inside, and outside too, but, by necessity, functioning in a ridiculous way, sometimes filled to the brim, runneth over even, then the empty, broken bowl and dust to eat. So many around me are brittle or shattered. L. trys hard but fears the empty moments and the truth there frightens the others who carry on in a trance; full bowl, full bowl. I guess it's been this way since some hominid understood that death was inevitable.
4.27.13 A few broken links but we are up and gonna stay that way. The Table project continues with no.376:
4.26.13 Lost the entire blog and history in an upgrade error on the server but Zeepo managed an overhaul and I figured out a work-a-round to upload the enormous site to the server. A little tweaking and things appear to be OK again.
The garden is looking sweet too:
4.25.13 What a mess.
4.24.13 We're up again!
4.21.13 What a week. Virgil was my guide and I made it back.
4.13.13 Tax day for us. What a pain.
4.12.13 The animals hate these rainy days. At least it's not snow. Everytime I see a map of the Northeast Vermont is getting blasted with snow. Danny, you must have had a heck of a winter.I guess your in 'mud season' now.
4.11.13 Daffodil time.
4.8.13 Lost week spent in an actual cesspool and a mental cesspool. One foot in front of the other with a mountain range looming and still counting Tables:
4.1.13 Long week, endless really, for A. She's at prison most holidays listening to the sad songs. Didn't even get her hat off:
Want to see a hyacinth tumor? (No.470):