I awoke this morning to the foreboding sound of howling winds. The fragile windows rattled in its wake and an unseasonable cold chill penetrated my vulnerable bedroom.
I shivered under the covers, snuggling closer to my cat Bosco, and wondered "Where is May?"
I was shivering last November in this rural Tennessee purgatory and - nearly half a year later - I'm still shivering.
Does the cursed cold ever end?
Will I perhaps begin to thaw out in July? August, maybe?
The eternal cold is the very least of my problems - the ugly bulk of which would taint the fabricated purity of this blog. I'm desperately depressed and hanging on by a slender thread, more fragile than a disconsolate spider's web.
Despite battling insurmountable obstacles, I still have an admirably uncanny way with words.
And if you dig deeply enough through the mire, you'll find my irresistible charm.
Photos taken this First Day of May:
Grim view of my front "yard", taken from the porch
An eternal sea of weeds, thorns, and some sort of blossoms.
On a brighter side
(and not a moment too soon)
Photos of my back "yard" taken last week on a rare sunny day.
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BTW -
Thank you to the four people who liked my piano video in my previous post. You have incredibly good taste and can recognize a genius when you see one.
Am I being bitterly sarcastic?
Naw, I wouldn't even think of it.......
Cheers, Jon
