HAPPY SPRING DAY HOGSBACK!!
What a surprisingly busy August. Usually the wind is the hardest worker during a Hogsback August.
This month brought us some real snow, a woman’s day launch of Oom Hogsback/Emergency group triage, Hogsback Pulse and two RE-openings with launch 2.0 of The Hog & Dragron as well as Mud & Moss Montessori.
There was also a lot more action on the emergency group, thankfully not as bad as we know it could have been; but still… Rodger rescued Rory B from a needly doom, Jimmy nearly burnt his house down, then Jason tested his fairy wings, needless to say; they proved defective and he ended up with stitches, bruises, a limp and aches and pains that have – hopefully – subsided by now. And then our dogs decided to see who wants to play hide-and-seek at 1am; crash-boom-bang near Binfield and a week after the first doggo got a bling collar, Molly decide she wants to play too. A Mullins motor reminded us that spontaneous combustion is a real thing, Ryan played cowboys and crooks against his own team and to end off August, a guests decided to lie down and ‘touch grass’… when in Rome… you know.
Stop feeling guilty for giggling, we have to laugh, smile at least. If we can’t…we might find ourselves in the same place that lost socks and Larry’s go… I hear you! lost socks are no joking matter…
Well, by the time you read this, Spring would have sprung (according to the calendar at least); so instead of filling the August issue of HBT with my rampant, lightly-filtered intolerance of our governing bodies, bad service, self-serving authority and alike; I chose to shine some sun on our sht-show this month.
You do have a few options though, I am in fact pro-choice. So do something about it (act/retaliate/ speak up), or have a chuckle and continue to pretend we don’t have problems (Smile and wave boys), of course you are allowed to take offense too (as long as you remember I never gave you a fence, you decided you want to take one)… in that case… please see if you can find my left Daisy&Dash sock and bring it with upon your return.
So here’s to August: messy, uncomfortable and full of accidental clarity.
Love,
Miki