Furibundum

I burned my trash today, that's what we do out here in the country left without any city services. I like to set things on fire, so that's a pretty nifty perk. Don't need to concoct a why and wherefore to burn stuff, so I do it more often than necessary really. Awesome. Amongst the fire fodder this afternoon was this ginormous book, the full works of Norman Rockwell. My brother had dutifully returned it to me over the weekend, from being on loan. I let him borrow it sometime in the late '80s, but that's not the point. Anyway, it was in pitiful condition I don't know why, it's only usefulness left as kindling as I saw it. With a final flip-through, though, one print that I did pick up on was Rockwell's Freedom to Worship . Up front a Muslim holding a Quran, a Catholic woman fiddling her rosary, others in their own way going about being reverential or, for one guy it seems to me, maybe not so much. Shoulder to shoulder standing, though, they do seem quite

I might be coming back soon after mostly a year gone missing. Thrilling, the thought, isn't it? I suppose I might too be able to fetch back my old furibundum.com domain, I very much doubt that it has been nabbed since I had to abandoned it. I mean, really, who in their right mind would even consider that? That leaves mostly just me. Until then I'll squat here @ the blogspot, see how it goes. And tweet when I can, although those Twitter bastards keep me in check at some absurd 140. Self-restraint just ain't my thing, but I do enjoy the challenge. Possibly might do me some good, really.