Back to the ice age

I’m not saying we aren’t making progress. We are.
But, there are some nights that it’s tough.
Last night was one. We have had worse. So, if the bad can keep getting less, maybe it will be OK.

Isn’t that a nice thought? That the worst of days would be OK?
It would be nice to think that. I don’t think we can get that far, but it’s a nice goal.

The devil went down to Barre

My wife thought I should post this, so here it is.

Her mother says “pig heart” has caused between 5 and 7 fires in the last month about the place. But, I don’t think it’s him causing fires. I think it’s the devil coming up from Hell to grab his soul, and “pig heart” keeps knocking him out.

For example:
PH is cooking in the kitchen. Poof, the devil appears behind him.
“I’ve got you now,” the devil chuckles. “You escaped my getting your heart by sacrificing a pig, but not this time.”
PH spins around, whacks the devil with the frying pan. The devil disappears in a puff of smoke.
“Did you start another fire?” My mother in law says coming into the kitchen.
“Sorry,” PH says. “Here have some bacon.”

The next day PH is in the back yard raking leaves. Poof, the devil appears.
“Twice you’ve avoided me with pork products,” the devil says. “But, this time you’re out of luck.”
PH turns around with the rake, knocking the devil into the leaf mulcher. Smoke pours out.
“Did you set the leaf mulcher on fire?” my mother in law asks leaning out the window.
“Sorry about that,” PH says.

And, so on….