Wednesday, April 17, 2019

now it ain't

It was the swarm of 2019, just enough to make me close the door and call the landlord who in the end discussed how much better it would be if I called someone else about bees and him just about turkeys. If ever there were a swarm of turkeys taking over the place, inside and out, then I should call him. But bees. Uncle Ronnie on the bees.


Today I am grateful for some help, some comedy, that everybody is okay, and that no, it wasn't the tribulation or some horror movie I witnessed as a kid. That was simply a burst of energy and a dang, dusty room. Now it ain't.

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