The Blog From The Bog; Disjointed rants and ravings of a fluently foul mouthed, ex pat living in Co. Leitrim, here giving full rein to his own quirkiness. The character of " Ditch Shitter " having been forged, over years, on 'The Hunting Life' forum proved so strangely popular with enough people there, before I left, that their now constant drip of " Long time, no see; What ye up to? " notes has led me to answer them all, here.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
And, Some Where, In Darkest Leitrim .....
Ditch Shitter stirs .....
Well ..... Wow! ..... Fuck! ..... I s'pose That was 'Winter', again, eh? Muvva fukka!
Creepy how, looking back, I always go quieter as the calendar year ends and ~ as it happens ~ my birthday draws closer with the end of the year.
Freaky shit. I wonder if I'll just go quieter, one of these years, then never re emerge from my own spot of hunkering down through the harder times.
Or if I'll just shut up, in mid flow, one of these days, and be gone for ever more. Just a ghostly segment of shit on Google Cache and the odd forum.
Weird shit to think about. Sure. But, then; I got " 'flu " ~ or some shit ~ this winter. Haven't had 'flu in about thirty years. Always swore a dose, now, would surely kill me. Fucking near did!
Really weird experience. As far as I remember? Fine, 31st Dec. Woke up 1st Jan? Rough! (Though I'd Not over taken the night before. This was weird shit!)
Then there was a few days where I just lost a 'Day' or so! Stupid shit like sleeping for 24 hours plus! I remember, one point, waking up at 02:00 and having to stagger about like a blind drunk ~ stone cold sober! ~ feeding my Dogs and even mucking out my horses!
Fucking wonder none of us starved to death 'in my sleep'!
Anyway, no; We're all still with us. I'm with It again. I hope to get back to being with You. Just 'dozed off' there, as I tend to do when all there is to think about is my creatures and I keeping fucking warm, fed and alive.
Magpies are creeping in. Carving up 'my' land into their own little parcels. Gray crows too are quartering the fields out there.
And here's me, getting ever more rabid about protecting and providing for our hard enough hit, small, wild birds. I'm making Nest Boxes like a cottage industry. Spending even more hours getting the word out, on a receptive forum board.
So on. So forth. I'm back.
Look out for shit about Dogs, horses, birds, shot guns, bad habits, good drugs ~ prescription ones! ~ and any other shit that occurs, now that I'm thinking again.
Later!
Welcome back! ;)
ReplyDeleteGlad you are in tip top shape again
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