'the adventures of a thirty-ish university graduate' or, alternately and perhaps much more aptly: 'as mad as a barking fox'

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

running down the road like loose electricity

there's nothing grosser than the smokehouse when it's dirty. eugh. i look like i've been attacked by a grease monster and all i can smell is the nauseauting combination of bleach and slightly overdone fish and brine.

again: eeeuuuuuuuugh.

however, in less euuugh-news, the smokehouse is now clean and happy and awaiting a lovely round of fish to be smoked. the weather certainly is perfect for it: this morning when i got up, everything was covered in a heavy layer of frost. the sun made it look like they trees were bedecked in daimonds, and even the crows were silent for once.

i ran out in barefeet and took pictures.

they turned out like magic.


Post a Comment

<< Home