The Hermit Artist
What is my life really, if not an adventure? I try some things, they work splendidly. Others … well, not so much. I like to think that even when I’m seemingly surrounded by rednecks and tobacco-spitters on all sides, I’m only one backroads turn-off from the checkered tablecloths in Welfare, the mossy banks of the…
Outside my window at this moment, a fantastic storm cloud is looming, looking a deep grey-purple shade of scary, rolling up its sleeves for a bit of leery ass-kicking. As any person that lives in drought-stricken south Texas will tell ya, its a welcome sight. Bring it on, slap us around a little bit with…
Don’t be like me and burn your tounge on a Thursday evening. That will put a crimp on all things taste-related for Friday and possibly Saturday. So, take your time, chew slowly, and proceed to the steps of a damn fine weekend. 1. Shoes. Off. You must feel cool tile and dirt under your feet….
For Today, which is Thursday, recycle day. 1. painting the new chicken coop the color of grape in twilight 2. canning up strawberry preserves and then scalding the fuck out of my hand with hibiscus syrup later 3. enjoying Edam cheese and greek yogurt with almonds and said strawberry preserves 4. watching my dogs play…
It was a happy day in Hermit-Ville a week ago. Our newest visitor, in our lives for only a week, found her forever home. Phoenix, a gentle shepherd-mix dog with bottomless eyes, survived a horrible fire that claimed the life of a child and injured many others in a San Antonio apartment complex fire just…
