Falling Waffle

skywaffle

 

A waffle falling from the sky
Convinced a bee that it could fly.
It couldn’t, though, and you know why?
The syrup weighed it down.

The bee decided she would save
The waffle from an early grave,
So down she flew with haste and gave
A shout to raise the town.

A nearby man held up a plate
To circumvent the waffle’s fate,
But once it landed, safe, he ate
The breakfast with a smirk.

“How could you!?” cried the bee, appalled,
Then buzzed off to the clouds and bawled.
The man let out a belch and drawled,
“I guess I’m just a jerk.”

 

Bene scribete.

Such Snow

toomuchsnow

 

The northwestern U.S. has had some pretty copious snowfall the last couple weeks.  In fact, in my area, it’s the most there’s even been over such a period – at least since the 1800s when folks started keeping track of this kind of thing.

Although the main roads have been pretty well maintained, the residential roads got so bad that I beached my low-clearance sedan in the middle of the street five times in a two-day period, unable to free myself (one of the times I needed to get towed!), but the futile effort to do so, with all the digging and chipping and pushing, screwed my back up, which has left me mobility-challenge for the last three days.

Fortunately, someone was finally able to smooth out my street yesterday, so leaving or returning to the house is no longer quite so perilous.  At least for the moment – the snow might start up again next week.

Oh, boy…!

 

Bene vīvite.

When in Doubt

Facebook presented me with these two entries in direct sequence the other day.

 

libraryisclosed

 

I can’t help but feel there’s some sort of existential metaphor here.  (>^-‘)>

On a related topic, the closure of that and other local libraries is due to the greatest amount of snow this area has ever received since I’ve lived here.  My car is stuck on the street and none of the usual tricks have been successful extricating it.  It’s not very cool.

Except in the literal sense, I suppose.

 

Bene scribete.