how we move our lives for another day.

10 is creeping up on me, but I'm still ready to get out of here before too long. These spontaneously premeditated weekends are always imagined with the intentions of "getting away to relax" or "escape" a hectic big city, but always end up being nearly opposite...last night determined to call my brother and tell him to stay away and leave me the house to myself, then this morning in the shower wondering if i should just stay with my grandparents, I'll be there most of the time anyway, and in Boiling Springs, visiting my other grandmother, now home from her stint in the hospital...I guess by 91 you're gonna break something eh...anyway. hmmmm....well, I have the best intentions...I guess (insert under-breath chuckle here)

the WOW in our area. also known as the "Women of Willivee" have now gone public with what is currently a battle against invasion that is now going on in our wee neighboring neighborhood...and that battle is against none other than (what? you are wondering? what adversity are these brave women fighting against? sexism? harassment? (said "haress-ment" like the cool Atlantans do) neighborhood crime? oh they are so selfless and valiant!)..

...yes my friends, they are winning, against, yes, wild yard onions

I know, I know "HOW?" you might wonder, because it is such a brutal and often odiferous war, but I believe they will prevail....I saw at least 5 women out just yesterday around 4pm with their little weed plucking devices, hunting their grounds for the devious and infestuous little green devils

and with that, I must be gone. off with me.

"theres not a moment to lose in this game-
dont let the troubles in your head-
steal too much time, you'll soon be dead-
so play--but every day should be a good day to die"

Opening Night

as i'm tentatviely re-entering the blogosphere. as i have all the time in the world to post. so, here we go.