Henry and Bumpkin
AN OUTRAGEOUS WASTE OF TIME AND TYPE
Spun by Abigail on Monday, November 11, 2024 5 cobweb(s)
Well, Dad--
If old habits die hard,
you bear some blame
when I take the bait,
open my mouth,
and let hounds race
baying from my lips.
But tonight, it's mine.
I chased those hounds down
driving home in the dark,
as rain-slick shapes made me start.
Ten years today
since you were gone.
In blue-moon light,
I still send dogs barking,
but there's no thrill to this hunt.
What did we seek
past the gleam of sharp wit
and sharp words?
Each solid hit is empty
if it lands on one you love.
Time and loss taught me
what nothing else did.
Peel back pride, and
only love remains.
Spun by Abigail on Sunday, November 10, 2024 3 cobweb(s)
Overheard upstairs this morning while Cadence and Skylark were cleaning the room five children share:
Cadence, frustrated with her little sister's lukewarm work ethic, "Skylark! You are so lazy! You're the laziest person in the whole United States! Even THE PRESIDENT does more work than you!!!"
(I have no idea where she gets the idea that the President twiddles his thumbs all day, but, apparently, she thinks it's a pretty cushy job.)
Spun by Abigail on Wednesday, November 06, 2024 0 cobweb(s)
This one's for you. I haven't even posted LAST year's Hallowe'en costumes, but here's this year's Hallowe'en gif (current! real-time! up-to-date!) to tide you over until I stop wasting time in other ways and start wasting time blogging again.
Spun by Abigail on Friday, November 01, 2024 0 cobweb(s)