surrounded by utter maddness
My cat is outside licking a leaf. Mabel, not Puck. And licking, not playing or sniffing...dilligently licking a leaf like it's fine candy.
Then there's my father who is making a spear. Really. He's outside with his hand planer making it pointy as I am writing this. It's a wooden pole shoved in a metal pole and it's about 15 feet tall.
"What's that for Dad?"
"School"
"Gonna spear the kids?"
Not sure he heard me, "Yeah, I'm gonna take them out to the field every day from now until the soltice and make them line up and look at the spear." short pause, "I'm going to shove it in a tub of concrete," he adds as an afterthought.
Then there's my father who is making a spear. Really. He's outside with his hand planer making it pointy as I am writing this. It's a wooden pole shoved in a metal pole and it's about 15 feet tall.
"What's that for Dad?"
"School"
"Gonna spear the kids?"
Not sure he heard me, "Yeah, I'm gonna take them out to the field every day from now until the soltice and make them line up and look at the spear." short pause, "I'm going to shove it in a tub of concrete," he adds as an afterthought.