Saturday, May 25, 2013

Keeping It Real

The annual White Trash Bash is tomorrow here on Dog Island and we are already seeing boats gather and people arrive and the children are melting down and the no-see-ums are out and biting with the invisible jaws of death and the sink cabinet in one of the two bathrooms is falling apart, the particle board is sort  of melting, if you will, and something stung Mr. Moon's foot out in the bay and my potato yeast rolls ARE NOT RISING, not one bit. 
Garrison Keillor is talking about Lake Webegon and Owen is in a puddle on the floor screaming about having to take a shower. 
Oh wait. Now he's laughing. 

I take a sip of my vodka/tonic/blueberry/pomegranate /lime drink and look out over the flat bay and I have clothes going in the washing machine and the sun is still far from setting and I hear Gibson saying Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-UH and I can't help but agree. 


  1. Oh god ms moon you are The Best.

  2. you had me at white trash bash.

  3. You had me too at white trash bash.

  4. I want your drink. Can I have a sip?

    I fucking hate no-see-ums. We called them punkies.

    XXX Beth

  5. I think u need to explain white trash bash. Is it how it sounds?? Sweet Jo

  6. Re. Owen, as Joni Mitchell sang: "Laughin' and cryin', you know it's the same release." I quote that line all the time. I have probably quoted it here before.

    Anyway, it sounds like you're having a perfect time, despite stinging underwater denizens and yeast rolls that will not rise. :)

  7. These postings are just perfect.

  8. Did Gibson follow his uh-huh with I like it? Now that song is stuck in my head!


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