April 05, 2005

disco inferno

John Travolta of twigs.

I often decide that I whine waaaay too much. Once I decide that, I begin to whine about how much I whine. And then I have to shut up.

Having given up on self-improvement, however, I shall whine about gardening. I do love it. It's beautiful and it makes me feel good. There's a lot of it to do. I don't really know where to start. And everything is a ridiculous mess.

Just when the whining was really getting going, TheLion suggested that maybe I could start one project and finish it before I started another one.

!

Does it seem absurd to you that I hadn't really figured that out?

It surely does to me.

Then TheLion suggested a v. good first step. Get rid of the crap-ola in the yard. The old sticks and logs and trees and leaves and more sticks and sticks and sticks and sticks.

We have a lot of sticks.

How to do this? He had several suggestions, some of which involved actual work. (Ew) But! He did have one that would allow other people to enjoy the destruction required by my yardwork.

Burn it, baby. That's right, kids. One day, perhaps in May, I shall have much, much fire and much, much food and much, much drink to go with my many, many sticks.

Stack 'em up! Burn 'em up! Fire! Fire! Fire!

I can see it already. I mean, I can actually see things that aren't sticks. I can visualize what the ground looks like under the sticks and I can see, in my mind's eye, burning sticks.

They're singing, "Burn, baby, burn! Disco inferno! Burn, baby, burn."

Posted by dotty at April 5, 2005 11:50 PM