Snow Outside Fireplace Inside
Oohay meet with assorted nefarious types: ex-Communists, FBI and KGB agents, Islamists and heterosexuals, left-handed people who give left-handed compliments, people who hand out mints, feminists, masochists, pessimists, village elders, Mexican elders, welders, center fielders, club-wielders, club members, rememberers, disinterested partys, party-goers, gophers, and Fred the Wonder Pony. If someone feels left out, apologies given.
Huge storm-of-the-century, "everybody look out!" snowstorm coming: perhaps one centimeter of snow fall. So impressive. Modern life grinds to halt in face of weather tragedy. So fierce was this storm that no snow lingers upon ground a few hours later, except in shade of shubbery or tree.
Time to huddle inside with roaring fire, drink coffee, roasting woodpeckers and termites over the flickering flames. Oohay must be commended for his arduous trek across daunting snowfall to woodpile for to pick up sticks. Six sticks to be exact. Fearing for life and wodering if possible to make it all the way back to home, across nearly 20 meters of yard in howling 0.0001 meter per hour wind, with temperature plummeting to 1 degree Celsius, step-by-step laboring through the deeply piled snow ... snow which now reaching almost over the head of small ant perched on grain of sand. Courage unbounded, bravery unmatched! Killed seven with a single blow! Perhaps Respighi will arise from his deathly slumber to write heroic tone poem to commemorate this occasion ...
Dear Reader: come here often for to see if atticism occurs!
Also: news has reached the Front that Oohay is now Chief Radish Farmer of village. Whoo-hoo!
Time to throw another termite on the fire!
{Note to reader: Exhortations to be kind to animal apparently not inclusive of termite.)
Huge storm-of-the-century, "everybody look out!" snowstorm coming: perhaps one centimeter of snow fall. So impressive. Modern life grinds to halt in face of weather tragedy. So fierce was this storm that no snow lingers upon ground a few hours later, except in shade of shubbery or tree.
Time to huddle inside with roaring fire, drink coffee, roasting woodpeckers and termites over the flickering flames. Oohay must be commended for his arduous trek across daunting snowfall to woodpile for to pick up sticks. Six sticks to be exact. Fearing for life and wodering if possible to make it all the way back to home, across nearly 20 meters of yard in howling 0.0001 meter per hour wind, with temperature plummeting to 1 degree Celsius, step-by-step laboring through the deeply piled snow ... snow which now reaching almost over the head of small ant perched on grain of sand. Courage unbounded, bravery unmatched! Killed seven with a single blow! Perhaps Respighi will arise from his deathly slumber to write heroic tone poem to commemorate this occasion ...
Dear Reader: come here often for to see if atticism occurs!
Also: news has reached the Front that Oohay is now Chief Radish Farmer of village. Whoo-hoo!
Time to throw another termite on the fire!
{Note to reader: Exhortations to be kind to animal apparently not inclusive of termite.)