#35: No More Ducks To Give

So here we are, dancing the dance once again.
Even though previous missteps have led me away.
You insist on going through the motions. 
Shuffling along at the speed of nothing.
Have you not figured out this part of the dance yet?
My toes are pointing in an altogether different direction.






The past few days have been spent alternating watching the deluge outside, and doing the winter hibernation thing. The wacky weather arrived as if on cue--so now I have daffodils and camillas at the same time. Sunday promises to be near 70 degrees--a little warm for this time of year, but maybe it will let things dry out before the next round of rain makes an appearance.  Haven't had much of a gumption for taking photos here lately, mainly due to the rain. Hopefully this will change. This time of year seems to be the one only a duck would love. And I am all outta ducks.

The Plan© is slowly coming together. Last week I took the car in for some good old fashioned maintenance (on Valentine's Day, because what better day to show your car some love?). Really it's just a matter of hurry up and wait...but we're getting there. Baby steps, indeed.

In other news, the sudden reappearance of old ghosts, who, for whatever reason, insist on drifting in again, brought this song to mind. A friend referred the live version to me, and I enjoyed it so much I tracked down the studio version.

Obviously, you have a couple of questions.

1) is this NSFW? Why yes, yes it is. 

2) who is this aimed at? If you have to ask, probably not you. But then again, some folks are apparently clueless, so maybe. I'll never tell.....I'll just let you stew on it for a while.

Coming soon: what passes for spring here in hicksville--I.E. you think it's going to be warm and then all of a sudden BAM it's below freezing and there goes the peach crop.

Stay tuned!