Deer Park

About a week and a half ago i did my back as i bent over to pick up my swim goggles off the floor, yes i'm not sure how i fucking did it, i had just got done swimming over a mile and wasn't even thinking about it, just reached down and suddenly there was this grab/slip which creates this weird hitch in my lower back which then reminds me that a back spasm is just a movement away and so i shuffled over to my locker and carefully got dressed... a fellow swimmer saw me shuffling out to my car and inquired if i was alright and i told him i was a bit fucked but after a ten days off doing fuck all i'm back up and running... luckily i medicated heavily... and i do mean heavily to get me through it... if one has never had horrible back pain it's hard to describe and the fact is one never knows which movement is going to send horrible shooting pains to all parts of the body... so i spent my time icing my lower back and watching the shit show that is humanity try to do each other in... and then of course there is the clown show known as the US congress or where certain fuckheads not all that interested in public service go to build their brand... fucking wankers. 

So since i've been laid up and have been sitting on a stockpile of things to write while still trying to get through the fucking Wilderness Years i've decided to write none of the above and post pictures of the old backyard... starting with of course a big old buck perusing the hill... after which comes my boy, my new best friend, Phat Paco... Pacito loves the great outdoors and since the yard is fenced in and he has his shots we let him run around a bit (the boy needs it, lol!) but one of his favorite things is laying among the flowers to be planted in the BW's battle against the weeds on the hillside... and just look at that handsome boy, how can one not be smitten? 

There was also a doe and her two fawns which made their way through the backyard each night, they'd stop and nibble at the honeysuckle and clover but they seemed to take a great dislike to our boy Zuko, a black and white cat, or tuxedo as they call them, who among our cats is easily the most laid back, he doesn't seem all that interested in catching any chipmunks or moles like the other cats, he prefers hanging out and watching and eating a bit of grass (hmm sounds familiar), he completely ignored the deer yet they would do this little stomp each night as if to tell him to beware while he was totally unaware...when he did notice it was almost like, what the fuck you on about? the strange thing was the deer didn't do this to any of the other cats just Zuko, staring and stomping and snorting a bit while he remained oblivious, it was fine entertainment if i do say so... 

And i'd be remiss if i didn't post the turkeys, i actually had to look up what you call a group turkeys and found a multitude of answers... wild tiurkeys are a run, flock or brood but they can also be called a rafter or a gaggle depending on who you asked... i mean how many fucking terms do we need to name a bunch of fucking turkeys (though i think we could add the term GOP house caucus to the list though that would be an insult to actual turkeys everywhere), i decided to go with gaggle mainly because i've heard it before and the word amuses me... 

and of course there is this...