Once
A Year, Like Clockwork
Today happens to be my birthday and I shall commemorate it
the same way I've done for the past several years, in gustatory
defiance of my vegetarian ways, by having BBQ, as is every
good Texan's birthright. BBQ is the only thing that will
make me lay down my cauliflower-crust pizza for at least
one day and blind myself to the suffering of the critter
of who I'm eventually going to partake.
Excelsior!
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As it's my Special Day I'm going to share with the world
a personal superstition/myth.
When the ex-missus and I bought Casa Izquierda, lo those
many years ago, she planted a pair of majestic spider dragon
lilies outside
the dining room window. The year after we divorced one of
the lilies withered and died and I began to whimsically
think that when her
soul moved on, so did the lily's.
I know it's silly but I kinda think that when the other lily
croaks, I'll croak with it.
So each spring I eagerly watch for the lily
to rise again, phoenix-like, and I know that I'll be good
for
another
year.
Now, if you'll pardon me, I need cake. And a certain lily
needs fertilizer.
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Final Note: I wrote the "gag" for this cartoon
and then sketched out the unusual, for me, artwork to accompany
it. I knew
it'd be a lot of work to create (Spoiler: It was.) and the
joke
isn't
the
best but I had a fine time cranking it out.
=Lefty=
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