Good Night

It's been a long day.

Sleep well.

Stephen

Good Morning

I stepped outside this morning to the scent of oak mast and salt marsh. It was windy and cool and the river held a slight chop of whitecaps. Nice change from wet and warm.

With my first cup of coffee came a knock on my shop door and there stood my small lovely friend, DFW. She was on her way to work and stopped bearing a gift of her homemade yogurt. The little jar of white and gold sweetness now sits and waits for my lunch.  Thanks, my lovely friend.

*****

My second shipment of precious metals arrived yesterday. Four days after the shipping number indicated its arrival. I'll never again trust this particular dealer.

Truthfully I'm not sure whom to blame - the postal service or the dealer. But then I've never trusted the postal service.

So there. 

*****

I've made a promise, to myself. I will finish my taxes. The thought of it is akin to wearing a kilt as a rider in a bronco busting contest.

My main concern is after it's all said and done, and the check is written and sent, my dollars will fund our so called government. It's theft, pure and simple.

I should just keep my mouth shut. It was recently brought to my attention by a fellow blogger I had a hit of several minutes from the Florida Supreme Court. The reader has returned on several occasions. I do appreciate their attention and hope the reader enjoyed his or her stay but the very thought of 'them' lurking about my blog is very disquieting.

Government is government is government, as Gertrude Stein would say.


Later.

Stephen

Not now...

We have a soft rain. It's quiet and business is slow. My coffee is hot and I've a good book.

Not the one pictured, but its still a good read.

Later,

Stephen

I Like

The television show, Pawn Stars.

I mean, they deal in firearms, gold and silver, and books. Often, during the show, the camera gives a view of a showcase filled with Navajo Silver jewelry - another of my likes which I've collected since the early 70's. 

What's not to like...

Stephen

Time to Lock and Load

I believe I've had two separate shipments of precious metals stolen in transit. Each dealers website tracking numbers indicate delivery status.

I'm pissed.

Before I begin to raise hell with the United States Postal Service I shall kick back with a cup of coffee and wait until today's mail arrives. My mailman (screw political correctness) is a nice fella, and I'll not give him grief, but his boss should hide.

Perhaps there is a lag between when 'delivery' is posted and the actual physical drop off of the package, but when one shipment is marked delivered on the eight and my calender reflects the eleventh, I get suspicious, especially when I was here the ninth.

Did I say I was pissed....well, I am.

*****

I have a new friend and follower. Thanks and welcome to Matthew Forte. Matthew, I promise to always reply to your comments, so always check back. It sometimes takes me a few hours or days but rest assured I shall answer.

Again, thank you and welcome. You are now among friends.

*****

Now, please excuse me while I clean my piece. For those of you not familiar with gun culture terminology, never mind.

Stephen

The Scent of a Smile

I have a large pot of homemade chicken soup on the simmer plate. The house is richly scented with thyme. Soon I'll toss a loaf of French bread in the oven and after the bread is happy spread butter and garlic atop, then slide it back inside for a deep tan.

Anticipation, the best part of the meal.

Chicken soup has been prescribed for eons as a cure for the common cold. So I figure a couple of bowls of rich goodness should accelerate my wife's recovery.

She's curled upon the couch, all lovely, deep into a nap.  When she wakes I'll present her with a bowl of smiles.

Stephen

Test, testing

Just wanted to see if you were awake.

Return to your normal position.

Stephen