Just a Wednesday Morning

And I have nothing. Oh wait, I can write about the rock on my desk. Nah, too boring. Or, the fact we have partial sunshine and bits of moisture, what many refer to as rain, and even the wet is sporadic.

My tax preparation is on hold until next weekend. What is it about taxes...every April 15th I want to place a sign in front of my business, kind like a badge of honor, which reads, 'I paid your rent, again.'

Skinny little girl just knocked. She's dirty, smells, and I'm sure her breakfast was a piece of crack. Poor creature asked if I'd 'loan' her five dollars. What's that old saying, "There but for the grace of God," yeah.

Said she had a line on a 'few' handguns, and for a mere five dollars she'd steer these lines towards me. Told her not to bother. I love the black market, really I do, but I'll not support her habit. Don't start with me over this....if for instance I knew, without a shadow of doubt, she'd take the funds and walk towards a meal, fine. I'd pay for breakfast. But we know better, don't we.

Besides, I'm poor.

Back to the black market for just a moment. I firmly believe if one is to make a living in this country you'd best hang a shingle and proclaim yourself an independent business. The dependance on employers is, in my humble estimation, a huge risk. Keep those funds on the down low. Fly beneath the radar. Barter. Screw the government....

Rambling....

My friends are supposed to meet here at the shop later this evening. Should be interesting. I thought perhaps for a change of pace we'd cross the street and walk the park. Critter hunt. Use one of the guys as bait. If we make the late local news I'll post a notification, tomorrow.

Stephen 

Sunshine and Bird Song

Here I sit, stranded with tax preps, while outside it's all sunshine and birdsong. I must admit, Spring in North Florida is quite exceptional.

Headway has been made.

My desk.

Excuse me while I return to the 'ole grindstone.

Stephen

Roy Rogers

I have pen and pad in hand and a pile of fluttery paper slips to total and categorize. So while I'm otherwise occupied please enjoy the show.

Until we meet again...

Stephen 

BENGAY to You Too

I often overhear people say, "I ache all over." Well, duh. When I have body aches and pain I just hurt, all over is just a given, and at present I ache, ah - all over. So there. It's time for a tube of BENGAY.

After a long night and deep sleep I was awakened to a flash jump into the future. You see, the silly government, in all its omnipotence has once again taken our lives, and time, and flushed away the winter season and slapped us into the dead of summer. I hate it. In our youth winter slowly became spring which gently gave us the extended hours of long summer nights filled with fireflies and dirty bare feet.

It's time to put this silliness to rest.

Anyhow, I spent six hours out in the garage hard at work on my current restoration project and now, oh Nelly, tonight I shall pay for my lost youth.   

Sadly tomorrow I must knuckle down and try and finish our taxes, if only because somewhere out there in the wilds of Detroit a liberal needs its Obama phone.

Hey, how many of you remember Roy Rogers? Good. Now, what was the name of his sidekicks Jeep?

You are now excused....

Stephen

An Oversight

Thank the good Lord for Claritin. There are certain plants and trees, in our area, that bloom during early Fall and the resulting pollen as kicked my butt. As a result Claritin as become my daily routine, and I now realize an oversight in my emergency medical kit.

I shall correct this mistake.

Post haste.

*****

The last two days have been very busy here at the shop. Rain this morning. Between the drip of my nose and customers I haven't had time to sit and write, or read blogs. I hope all is well with you good folks.

My friend, Duke, dropped in yesterday and spent a few hours here at the shop. We had a good visit. He left light of pocket. I'm sure he'll relay the information in his own good time.

*****


Sweet Wife has taken the day off and is at home supervising carpet cleaners and furniture movers. I made double sure she had her little Ruger LCP attached firmly to belt before I walked out the door. I don't trust delivery and contract help.

We contacted Goodwill Industries and donated our old leather sofa. What 'da heck, a write off on my taxes beats a loss.

Later,

Stephen

At Least Say Hello

First full day of Spring and our weather is cool and bright. Tomorrow it will be, August, or at least feel like it. When our weather turns warm it sticks around for a long, long, time.

Good morning, my friends. When I logged on I spotted a reader from Eastwood, New South Wales. Thanks for reading, now, say hello why don't 'ya.

Beautiful country down under...

*****

Yesterday a yellow cab pulled into my driveway. Lady jumps out and runs to my front door. I let her inside. She walks in, breath labored, tears.

She begins, "Please, Sir. I be caught this cab from my home. I'm on my way to the hospital where my husband is about to have surgery and when we arrived here I realized I'd left my wallet at home. I've got to get to 'da hospital and I don't have any cash. (catches her breath) Please, Sir, can I be have thirty-five dollars?"

She begins to wiggle. Jumps in place for just a second. One of my customers gives a chuckle.

Me, "Dear lady, first of all the hospital is six miles south of here and you would have had to pass it on your cab ride to this location. Secondly, your home, if I understand you correctly, is fifteen miles further south of the hospital. Why, on God's green earth, did you ride so far north to ask for cab fare?"

Her, blink, blink.

Then, "Well just f*^k you, you piece of s*it white man."

She then turns and slams the door on her way outside. Didn't even say goodbye.

At least she tired.

*****

Today, I hope, I shall bundle this pile of federal tax forms and even larger folder of paper and deposit it on my new accountant's desk.

Perhaps now I can truly begin to enjoy our freshly given Spring.

Stephen

You Know What I Hate

I hate the fact it's me and not you knee deep into my taxes.

Guess I'll pay for someone's new phone.

Stephen

Duh...

No post today or yesterday for that matter. It's tax time.

In between customers, tax preps, and an online novel I just haven't time to post...I know, it's a sorry excuse but it's all I have at the moment.

Stephen

Storms

Sorry I haven't as yet answered all the nice comments left here over the last two days. I shall do so as soon as possible. We had a series of storms hit us last night. My internet connection has be intermittent and this combined with a heavy work day - well, you get the point.

I haven't much to write about today. Life is the same. The Pimp came in yesterday and was unusually quiet. I didn't encourage him either....too many other customers. After a few minutes he mumbled and walked out. Fine with me.

If any of you are interested in a good deal on ammunition, hoof it over to SOG. Unless you have an FFL forget the weapons. My flier arrived yesterday and the ammo prices caught my eye. A case of 800 rounds of 7.62 x25 for $138.00. You must prove your age by sending a copy of your drivers license, again, unless you've a FFL on file with them, no rifles or handguns, which is a shame, but you can purchase the ammo. Check it out.

Two hours into this simple post....

I must gather my bundle of tax papers and drive over to my accountants office and drop them off so he can make a few dollars...after I've done most of the work. Oh, well. This task must be completed some time today. Then begins the worry. I always pay the government. Then, they hand my funds to some democritter so it has the means of funding its crack habit...

Trust me - a great storm is on this nation's horizon and its gonna be a whopper.

 

 Take care.

Stephen