Thanks & Welcome

To my new friend and follower, Mystic Mud a beautiful mother of ten (10) children and the excellent writer of the blog by the same name, Mystic Mud.

I promise to always reply to your comments, so feel free to jump in and give your opinions at any time.

Mystic writes a blog of her and her family's adventures as they carve out a homestead, a subject dear to my heart, atop a mountain in Tennessee. To my other friends I ask, please, ride over and say hello. I'm sure it will be worth the trip.

Once again, thank you very much for hitting that follower button.

Stephen

What 'da Heck

I hear screams, yells, shouts of  'mofo this, and you gonna pay a**hole. Quickly look outside and there must have been sixteen democritters, at a hard run down the street. Within seconds the crowd had disappeared into the park.

Appeared as if all were about sixteen or seventeen years old, boys.

None offered me a clear shot.

Fun while it lasted.

Stephen

Right On

Further explanation, I feel, isn't necessary.

H/T Joel

Stephen

Magazines

My world the last few days has been jerky and busy to say the least. Sorry for the lack of post. It's taken all morning for me to write this simple post, which should give you an idea of my day so far. This is good, don't get me wrong. My blog will always take a backseat to my capitalistic greed....

This morning I unlocked my door to find a small pile of magazines scattered across the carpet; mail delivery from yesterday. Many of these, the business receives free of charge. It's a promotional service provided to any business with a customer base that exceeds the number of two. The publishers are betting you'll come in and scan the magazine and jerk out those little cards and subscribe. So be it. Many are personal subscriptions I've received for years, like Shotgun News.

A few samples...

I'll not insert a picture of Playboy, can't find a picture I'll feel comfortable posting here. Nor will I list those publications I receive that deal with minority issues which I file in the 'ole trash can. Reader's Digest surprised me. I was under the impression the magazine ceased publication years ago. Goes to show what I know. 

It's evident, by the heavy listing of firearms related magazines, of my interest. The shame is I seldom have the time to read each issue completely. I do scan them, mostly on rainy days. 

Duty awaits.

Stephen   

Long Day

Sorry for the silence today. It's been a long one filled with doctors appointments and other affairs. I'll be back tomorrow. Presently, I whupped.

Until then.

Stephen

Sunday, Late

I just came inside after giving my one new citrus a drink of water. Our one find was a nice four foot Kumquat, and a Brown Turkey fig. It appears I need to travel further and hit some nurseries outside our area.

I walked into our kitchen's dining room and found this:

I asked Sweet Wife why....she said Little Bit had just settled in to draw and paint when her father arrived to take her home. She instructed her Nana to 'leave it alone.' It will remain untouched.

Time for a nap. Before I leave you, guess what I had for a late lunch...

Later.

Stephen

Bits and Pieces

Ah, Sunday morning and coffee. The newspaper is read and Paula Deen is on the tube. I foresee a lazy day ahead.

Maybe, just maybe we'll take a ride, take in the flea market. I'd like to find a couple of citrus trees for my front yard. Perhaps a Satsuma orange, a Ruby Red grapefruit, and if I could spell Quamquat, one of those too. Yes, its a citrus, little fruit.

Little Bit went home last night. Her father is under the impression he has a right to spend time with her too.

It's warm here, 70's, frigging hot.

In a couple of weeks our group will spend the weekend out at our Boar's Nest. We'll work digging a trench for a power line. Hopefully the weather will cooperate and turn cold. It'd be nice to build a fire in our old woodstove and scent the building with pine and oak.

Evenings there, after the days activities are finished, are spent on the deck under the light of kerosene lamps, and if we're lucky, the song of coyotes as the deer browse at the edge of the swamp under a cold clear canopy of bright stars. We'll talk well into the night. We chat of future plans, family, food and firearms, our lives. As it is with a group of veterans we'll share past experiences, old wounds, and heal a few nightmares. We'll tease, poke and jab at each the other, all in fun of course.

If we're lucky, Duke won't do his nude 'rain dance' around the campfire.

Should be fun. 

Sweet Wife has shot one of her 'looks' my way which means it's time for me to get my butt in gear and take her to the flea market. She seeks cast iron 'loaf ' pans. Those little suckers which are used to bake small loaves of fruit or nut breads. I told her good luck. The old ones are rare.

As we say down here; ya'll have a good day.

Stephen