It’s a wet day on a rainy weekend.
I’m a southern, white, CIS gendered, fifty-year old man. And I am NOT afraid of diversity, change, or living life without a gun. I am not afraid.
“She got down but she never got tight She’s gonna make it through the night”
A walk in the rain.
Sunrise with sophora.
May the road rise …
The greenway has added a swim lane.
Let’s play pretend: Suppose you have bought a glue trap because, you know, mice are warm-blooded mammals, and it’s kinda cold outside, so your garage/basement is a beacon of warmth.
Let’s also suppose that your boy just LOVES TO PLAY WITH STICKY STUFF, cause, you know sensory …
Can you picture it?
Nope, that’s just not sticky enough in enough crooks and crevices yet.
There ya go. NOW you’re getting it.
Forget that wimpy baby oil.
Go straight for the full-fledged, FRY A WHOLE DANG CHICKEN VEGETABLE OIL. It comes in five gallon vats. You’re welcome.
This is my first microblog post. I think I’ll be transitioning to this over social media over the next few weeks.