"It's gonna be a good day, Tater."
I steal that phrase from a very funny man, comedian Ron White. If you've not seen his standup routine, check it out. Anyway, today WAS a good day, for three simple reasons.
1) Got my fat ass up WAY too early and, tired as we were (after a successful but late band gig night), Carlos and I shlubbed out to my bro John's house to help cut down a giant dead piss Elm on his property. Several others were there to help, and not only did we successfully cut down that big-ass dead tree, NOBODY got hurt and nothing got busted. PLUS, a good bonfire woodpile resulted. YESSS.
2) In post tree-felling celebration, multiple cigars and beers were consumed on the patio, enjoying the afternoon's sunshine... then burgers on the grill. Swweeeeeet. There's something quintessentially perfect about eating great food outdoors on a great day.
3) What could top that but a trek up the road to see the new litter of 3-week-old Buzz puppies... Nine yellow and black Labrador bundles of joy, their eyes open only a few days, grunting and cooing like little piglets. GOOD GOD they are cute. Just as some folks like the smell of babies, I love the smell of puppies and puppy breath. Can't get enough. Effin made my day.
Tonight I shall drift off to sleep, my belly full, my limbs tired from hauling timber, and my thoughts of furry Lab puplets dancing in my head.
It was indeed a good day, Tater.
