Autumn

Autumn

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Bits & Pieces

I recently mentioned to Sweet Wife I needed a haircut. It was either slice it off or find a ponytail holder. I checked and my last cut was just prior to Independence Day. She agreed.

Today it took place.

After the hair trim we drove over to a new place, Freshfield Farms. They trade in fresh locally grown  produce and meats. Most organic, or so they claim. The place was cold, meat locker cold. We'd barely stepped inside the store when Sweet Wife said, "Let's go."

I quickly grabbed a nice slab of pork short ribs, a few bell peppers, and a bunch of tiny sweet bananas before she ran for the parking lot. The girl hates cold.

Back at the house, after we stepped inside, she snapped the above picture of my new hairline. She's proud of the fact my neck is again visible. She cut my hair. The lady has talent.

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The gumbo simmers. Took me an hour to build the sucker. Butchered the squirrels and browned 'em in bacon drippings. She slipped alongside as I stirred the rue and said she was pretty sure she'd found a piece of squirrel hair on one of the finished pieces. Told her not to worry, squirrel hair tasted fine fried. Gives flavor to the finished product.

Prior to our marriage the poor girl had never eaten wild game. Her family hunts at Publix and Winn-Dixie.

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Early tomorrow morning I need to climb on the roof and give it a good cleaning. The winds have made a mess of the house and yard. Then I'll give the yard a quick cut, blow clean the walkway and drive ....should only take most of the morning if I get started prior to sunrise. If the day leaves me free a few hours I'll drive to work and open the shop. After all, I've democrats to support through my continued payments into the friggin tax system. Six day work weeks are the norm around here.

If you believe this governments line of bullcrap about an improvement in the economy you've got your head stuck in a ditch. Sure, maybe in scattered patches of New England or Bumtussel, Alabama - but not here. On my five mile drive to work I'm able to count several hundred closed businesses, more 'for rent' or 'for sale' or 'lease to own' signs than angels in Heaven.

Here in my neighborhood there is a house but one from mine. Its on a nice piece of riverfront with a boat dock and small guest house. Its been on the market for three years. The price for this nice home has dropped from one point two million to a take it away price of (if my memory serves) four hundred thousand. God bless America.

Strange, but I've yet to meet anyone willing to admit they voted for Obama. Or, at least now....

Stephen






14 comments:

  1. Should have shaved your head.

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    1. I tried to but she screams...at least she cut the top short. I want a cut like yours.

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  2. The Ideasphere runs on unicorn farts, wishes and the hard earned dollars of taxpayers. The occupants, like many in the past, may never realize their mistakes until they find they're standing in line at the guillotine.

    If they're lucky, God will sort them out, because the mobs won't take the time.

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    1. Well said, Jess. I damn sure agree.

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    1. Yep, 'Ole Jess leaves good ones....

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  4. Ya strange how so fer admit to voting for him but yet all those votes came from somewhere. I still say voter fraud.

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    1. LBJ was elected as a result of many graveyard votes, too.

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  5. Voter fraud is an understatement. Why is it when things go great everyone jumps on the band wagon, when it hits the crapper, everyone bails and says..."Not Me" ??

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    1. Pure shame....'they' had to admit their vote resulted in so much pain and turmoil.

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  6. You're old enough to remember Buster Brown, right? I think you got a Buster Brown haircut. Maybe it will start a fad. I could use a new look. Scary horrible hillbilly is getting old and I'm ready for something new.

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    1. Oh, yes, I'm old enough to remember Buster Brown...not only the haircut but the shoe brand. Change, is good. We're not old, Bubba, and remember I'm a slightly older than you, we're ripe....

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  7. Sounds like a good meal! :-) And no more hippie look! :-)

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    1. I swear, I could gather my hair on the back of my head and gather it into a bundle....like that Phil guy on the duck show. Shameful.

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