plowed in and just plain plowed

oh jesus god it's winter.

faith in humanity firmly intact, in the kitchen where the wild things are: lefse, kombucha, bread, yogurt, absinthe; who knows what could come from these brews. late night rap sessions, jewish christmases, early morning sleepovers, cemetery ambulations, trashy rock shows, old classmates, new co-ops. hot toddies with the neighbors, hot toddies with andrew bird. wondering what happened to craig t. nelson, wondering at this sense of wonder. being an industrious old lady at solstice, paying local 15-year-olds to dig out my car. one of life's ruts, lasting only 45 minutes and left with a squeal and some burning rubber.

oh jesus god it's so good.