I didn't go out on Good Friday as I had planned. Thunderstorms and heavy rain expunged my enthusiasm - - as well as a backache and an injured knee. I'm not getting old. Living on this damn mountain is what's crippling me. Muddy slopes and 95 degree angles......
(or is it muddy angles and 95 degree slopes??)
By sunset the rain subsided. Everything looked so fresh and beautiful that I grabbed my digital camera and crawled outside. A rainbow greeted me in the rays of the waning sun. It was a glorious ending for the stormy day.
The evening sky was incredibly dramatic. Against my better judgement, I dragged myself up the sopping slopes in my back yard and took some pictures. My paltry photos do little justice to the sprawling panorama.
Despite all of my chronic complaints I'm still glad that I live here. Absolute peace, no annoying neighbors, and an inspiring environment. Living in a shack and having to drive five hundred miles to get to town (slight exaggeration) is a small price to pay for the gift of solitude. I think.
One more pic of the rainbow
I was forced to drive to town today. I desperately needed groceries and cat litter. I had been completely out of kitty litter for several days and it wasn't pretty.
I've said this before and I'll say it again:
(sensitive people, please hold your ears)
Those cats shit more than I do.
The litter boxes are always a complete mess. I have to clean them fifty times a day (slight exaggeration). Last night at 2:00 in the morning I ventured outside with a shovel, trying to find some suitable dirt to use in the absence of kitty litter. It was so dark that I couldn't see anything (clouds covered the full moon), and a few nearby howls scared me into the middle of next week.
Well, thanks to my trip to town today I now have litter and food. And beer.
The scenery en route to town is gorgeous. Beautiful mountains, velvety meadows, trees blossoming pink, white, and purple. I would have loved to take photos, but it's a complete impossibility while navigating dangerously narrow mountain roads. I'm gripping the steering wheel with two hands and sweating blood. You'd either have to be crazy or drunk to drive here. I'm both.
I've decided to give everybody something to be thankful for on this Easter weekend. I've decided NOT to post my Easter Bunny in Texas poem (the poem that I've been traditionally posting on Easter for the past five years)
All right - - stop applauding, you wise guys.
If anyone wants to read it, here's the link to the poem on my old blog:
The Easter Bunny in Texas
I hope this link is correct. If it takes you to a sleazy porno site, please don't sue me.
Apparently Old Man Winter is trying to give Tennessee one last kick. I just checked the weather and it's going to drop below freezing tonight. Again. There go the blossoms and lilies......
I have no plans at all for Easter this year. Too lazy to prepare a feast or dye eggs. I did buy a cream cheese cake, which looks good.
Here are some photos from last year - my final Easter in Texas.