We did plant an oak tree in our backyard some three or four years back. Slow growers, oaks. Height-wise. Trunk is still thin but already impressively firm. You wouldn’t see that on a silver maple. Glorified weeds.
Gonna be a good 20 years before it has anything to offer. Should do a decent job of blocking the view of our neighbors’ shitty, rotting balcony. By that point the trunk should be wide enough for sentimental carvings. Maybe I’ll stop in to hack something into it.
“STILL THE CHAMP -SHANE”
My family probably won’t own the house that far down the line. Granted, if someone hopped the fence nowadays and carved into one of our existing trees—justifying their act on the grounds that they once lived here— I’d tell them to take a hike. But this’ll be 20 years from now, and maybe opinions on trespassing will have changed by then, ie women’s right to vote.
A penny flicked at a hull.
It’s Easter and, boy, I ate some highly abrasive onion rings this afternoon. The top of my mouth is positively raw. You’d think I was chewing on chunks of drywall while riding a tilt-a-whirl.
Basically it’s just onion rings, though, is why my mouth roof is raw this Easter so.
lol
Theme from “Pie After Dark”
Grab all of your ladies (Ladies)
Grab all of your men (Grab your men, just grab your men)
Head on down to Denny’s (Come on down to the hotspot)
Where the fun never ends
It’s Pie After Dark
