First Fire

It's been cool with gusty winds all day. Sweet Wife requested I build our first fire of the year. As I'm probably the finest (chuckle) husband in the history of time I said, "Yes Dear."

Step by step...first, take match. I keep my 'strike anywhere' matches inside an old flatiron...

Then, strike match....simple, huh.

I do wish my Dingleberry cell phone's camera had a flash.

I know to those of you up in the arctic this seems silly, but remember, I live in the sub-tropics. When the temps dip below sixty we get downright cold...and besides, it makes the house smell great. Now, it's time for me to make char clothe...but, that's for a future post.

Stephen

Thank You & Welcome

To my friend, keangnt, for becoming my ninety-sixth follower. keangnt was one of my fist followers several months ago and through no fault of his own lost his blog. It's nice to have him back.

Keangnt, when your blog is back up, give us a yell, and we'll be there.

You are now back among friends.

Stephen

New Member In The Family

My good friend and yours, mmasse, has a new blog titled Nail Your Colours to the Mast.

Please, take a moment and run over and say hello.

Let's help get his new blog off to a good start. And, thank you...

Stephen

Fun In The Everglades

This is what I call fun.

Stephen

My Friend

My friend, Duke, just left my office. He came in about an hour ago and we sat and chatted about the condition of his sweet mother-in-law.

He is not in a good mood.

I would hate to be the man that pisses him off today.

If you do, run.

Stephen

Bits & Pieces

It's gray with rain and gusty winds here this morning. I love it.

Opened my business bank statement this morning and noticed a charge for 'separate deposit.' Said, 'huh?' I'd never seen such in all my years of business with this bank. Now, it wasn't much, just $1.32, but come on, give me a freaking break. Called 'em. Nice lady explained to me that when I make multiple deposits, or two per month, they levee an extra charge. She went on to further explain I'd made a deposit on the 3rd and 31st of October.

I suppose it's awful difficult for a teller to count two stacks of cash twice in one month...

I so understand Scrooge.

Had a customer walk in yesterday with a friend (or family member) that is visiting from out of state. This friend or family member was sorta light in his loafers....

I'm busy helping my customer as his friend and/or family member begins to amble around in my shop. Mr. Pinky checks out my displays and items of interest I have placed here and there; little keepsakes from my past. Like this:

and this:

Anyway, Mr. Light In His Loafers comes to one of my glass display shelves and stands and begins to stare at an old round of .50 caliber once used in a Ma Deuce. It's vintage WW2.

Mr. Liberal Pink Socks turns to me and (I swear) asks, "Is this a real 'bullet?' Don't you just hate it when a weenie refers to a round of ammunition as a bullet....
I glance up and mumbled, "Yes, it is."

Then, and I swear on all that's Holy, "Isn't that dangerous?"

I look at my customer, give him the 'ole 'what 'da *&*k.'

My customer turns a pale shade of red. I don't blame him. I look over at Mr. Wussie of Year and replied, "Have you looked around, Sport." He proceeds to look around. I then say, "You're surrounded by live ammunition. and besides, the one round in front of you is close to seventy years old."

Him, "Oh."

Sometimes I just can't let opportunities like this slip away, so said, "Yes, it is possible that the round could explode at any moment."

 He backed away and took a seat. I don't really believe he bought it, but I tried.

Shucks...

Stephen

Help Me, New Friend

I'm the kind of man, and blogger, with a big hang-up when it comes to manners. I like to give thanks when required and often when it isn't. I truly appreciate it when someone takes the time and effort to hit my follower button. Having said that, I had a nice person become my 96th follower today. Unfortunately, either due to a blogger mistake (which is likely) your name escapes me.

Please leave a comment so that I can thank and welcome you properly....otherwise I'll feel bad each time I see the number '96.'

And, it'll haunt me forever.

Stephen