🎶 Our love turns to rust We’re beaten and blown by the wind Blown by the wind
Oh and I see love See our love turn to rust We’re beaten and blown by the wind Blown by the wind
Oh when I go there I go there with you It’s all I can do🎶
🎶 These streets Turn me inside out Everything shines But leaves me empty still And I’ll, burn this lonely house down If you run with me If you run with me
I’ll stay with you The walls will fall before we do 🎶
“Seeking out the poorer quarters”
“in a world full of people, you can lose sight of it.”
“All that you can’t leave behind.”
Winter break
I’m not sure this will be if interest to anyone, but it felt important to share for the kids. www.geekpalaver.com/2019/01/0…
Speed
It’s a wet day on a rainy weekend.
Smokies South.
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.
Greenway After The Rain
2018-04-22
We’ve had a bit of rain … The greenway has added a swim lane.
2018-04-23
The swim lane has closed.
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 soap.
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.