Return to Ghurka Knife Throwing, Behind the House

Exotic, multicultural activities take place all the time here, among the rocks, broken glass and arboreal poison ivy!  You know how I feel about pageants.  People can't find their butts in the dark without them.   This blog post is a pageant.   A quazi-spiritual one, allowing for a whole pepper mill full of unique celebration of all kinds of stuff.   Praise the Elements, Earth, air, fire and water, Praise the accessories those four graces wear with their gowns and Armani suits.  Take a deep breath and read off, aloud, my list of fresh, wiggling praises.

Praise busted concrete from where some guy's house was demolished.  Praise the free red bricks from where an old lady's chimney fell over.  And I adore the two fishing boats that have been rotting in a tangle of  morning glory bushes, on a vacant lot, where a cottage had been crunched to kindling and hauled to a land fill.  As far as I know, before someone's property was foreclosed on, or condemned, those two boats might have trolled the three rivers to some sort of unspecified greater good.  They might have reeled in  some really impressive carps and walleyes.  Maybe they were used for something sublime, like importing dope.  I hope so!

As soon as the weather gets more resolutely gorgeous, the outdoor knife and ax throwing range will be running in shifts.