The Thunderdome was just a Sneeze/Predetermining the turtle-wax

Cats are crazy but that is why I love them.  Because a nose is a kind of assault weapon for them, they can also take care of getting rid of some of their nose slime at the same time.
The fat one is howling pretty readily. Short of maybe a cooked goose or something, nothing
will stop her little fits. Well, big fits I guess.

Got a roof and some support beams (only professionals do it in that order) onto the shabby, shabby, but dependably enough sturdy greenhouse frame.  Didn't shin into any more nails but had the 'Swiss-opportunity'* to stand on the top of a wobbly ladder holding a live chainsaw.
So it's done besides the plastic which'll wall around the frame. 'll be like a little clubhouse for all the flowers and vegetables.
Going to leave a deck of cards in there for the plants. It sounds like bullshit
but plants are known to grow better when you give them the chance to gamble
when you are not looking. I'll leave a couple sets. Maybe some marbles, jax.
When I'm done with using it as a greenhouse it would be a good space for a pool room.
If the table's uneven that'll make it even better.

*A Swiss opportunity refers more to the knife than the Swedish themselves. But if the Swiss want to take credit for the knife then they may have to also associate themselves with the phrase. Swiss-Opportunity means that if you are in a situation where you are naked with nothing but a knife on your person and times are tight and you're at a last stand with some godawful situation, then you rile up with an inspired oomph of total charisma and unexplainable gratification. It is the using the lament and desperation of a situation as an element of actual inspiration.
I, personally, don't think the phrase makes very much sense,
but it was best fitting. 

dislike all the royalties ye have to pay to Disney for this kind of stuff, but the sprout
is having a steady, quick progression. (see prev posts) The others are pertin' along, too.

creek being subtle

Subtle creek breeze felt intensely good-- at the first light of morning. Something irreplaceable and calm and forgiving.  It felt like the whole world felt gentle at once, for once. No "false-reality" mind-stuff. [looming doom of ink-existent bullies whom appear in envelopes housed in a mailbox. The IFs and BUTs of why that one thing didn't go that way and the other thing didn't go the other, etc.]

stone huck

Just intrigue in the immediate surroundings. Tiger stoans in the creek. Lots of flat stone rocks to huck up on to bank-tops. Gather'em to stack into smallwalls.
Hawk lands in the tree like some daily-routine.  The battles between the hawk and crowes appeared as a sort of befriending dynamic. They'll war eachother but not shoot to kill this time around. All was subtle and meaningful, unapologetically. Unallergically. 

Re-oiled the 'ol motorbike chain.  Found some TurtleWax can from 1984.. has a finebit left in it still. 'll see how good it shines up. Since both the bike and the wax match decades it could do some good.

 Way later throughout: Experienced tremendous results in (useful) sensation from face-tightening/de-tensing exercises.  Done amidst intense heat (but do not broil or saute).  Before that there was a state of grief of alarming tension and mind-stuff nags. Assumed outside components and assumptions of collective-opinions. that sort of dangerous grouping of brain-chatter which: generally fills all folks headspaces probably pretty common-like through each day.
Goin' down centre-lane (1-2-3-4-5) while thanking the revisited regiment of 'ol Cptn. S. Hyatt's Energized Meditation techniques.  Useful. Persistence.

16th

16th also-- was fern harvest re-visitation day. Mixed in to this post. Wrong timeline!

Anyway, I'm a mute or a dark-mime lately.. what was I supposed to say? De-tread the boots