The Good Life

All this talk about farming and back-to-the-landing and being out doors and seeing the light of a bonfire flickering in the eyes of an innocent child while singing Panis Angelicus, is making me...

hungry.

I think I'll stop by that Philipino place on the way home and pick up some of that great fried fish, and maybe I'll get some mushroom perogies from the Polish deli while I'm at it and possibly a few mangos for dessert. Yessiree, can't wait to tuck into my deliciousforeignfoodthatIcouldn'tgetinsomemiserablehicktown while I peruse the rare book I picked up for a song last week at Crux Discount Theological Bookstore at the largest university in the country.

Gosh, yes. Those big city amenities are a pain aren't they? I feel so deprived of...

the...

ummm...

mosquito bites.

Steve, I'll tell you what I know about Nature. If it is uncontained, in, say, a terrarium or flowerpot, it is nearly always trying to either crawl on you, eat you, or mate with or on you. Nature is not nice.

(Wake me up when someone starts quoting me again.)