The rain woke me up this morning. Channel 2 in ATL said there would be showers early today, but this was a cloud burst.
Didn't last long though. I got up and sat on the porch with a cup of coffee as the sun came up. Couldn't see the sun, of course, but the light diffusing through the clouds into the woods was worth watching. It wasn't cold out this morning, in the mid forties, so it was a good way to wake up and get going. Sundays are my "off days" and I have nothing particular to work on today.
friends that are gone.
Yesterday, my wife rearranged the furniture in the living room. That is to say, she decided where she wanted things moved, and then we dragged them around on a rug. The hardwood floor makes that doable. We are past the days of me picking up furniture.
When we moved a bookcase, we uncovered an old ferret stash. I'm down to one ferret now, Percy from Chattanooga, and he lives in the apartment. This stash may have gone back years.
There was a complete set of house keys. A necklace my daughter "lost." One of my wrist watches I thought I'd misplaced. There was an old sock, some christmas candy in foil wrappers.
A few other "sparklies" and "shiny objects." The strangest thing was the rubber butt pad off one of my Mak 90 Choate stocks. It just disappeared off the rifle one day, and I had to look high and low on the internet to find a replacement. The ferrets must have pulled it off and then dragged it off to their horde.
When the ferrets pass, I always bury them in a big jar, so the dirt won't get on them. I put some coins in (to pay Charon to ferry them across the Styx, I guess). I've got a big ceramic pot full of change from the 36 foreign countries I spent time in during my Marine Corps career. I put coins from that in with the ferret, as well as American coins. Maybe some day that will give some future archaeologist something to do his thesis on.
I put in some old costume jewelry (my mom sends my wife a lot of that stuff from yard sales.) I put in some ferret food. The first time a ferret passed away, I used this little set of tiny pottery jars my wife had collected in Crete and Greece. They were replicas of Minoan and Greek pottery, and were perfect ferret sized. I should have asked her first but once she got over being mad she was ok with it. She likes the ferrets too.
Finally, I make sure they have a comfortable cloth to rest on. I always put their favorite toys in their jars. Then I bury them up under a big spruce, in the corner of the meadow, because it has a good view. I scrounge around in the woods until I get a big enough pile of big chunks of quartz to build a cairn over their graves.
They're my pals and I want to see them off to the Rainbow Bridge in style.
Over the years, I've had Ragnar, Spike, Chloe, Rowena, Jet, Percy, Fey, and Jasmine up here on the mountain.
One way or another, they all needed a place to live. Whatever it cost me in terms of money, they more than repaid. You can't get too worried or anxious if you have some ferrets around.
Don't know what I'll do today. Yesterday was a perfect day, temps in the low sixties during the day, and clear blue skies.
I'm not a fan of organized athletics, so I'm not planning on watching the football game. Yesterday we did go into town, so I don't need to do that. We went to the grocery store, where they had a type of sparkling water that I like, on sale. We had a good breakfast at the little cafe in the old part of town my wife and I feel comfortable in, and then stopped at the library so she could get some books. After that, we went to the feed store and Walmart. When we got home it took me 20 minutes to unload the jeep. I wish I had a place to park the Jeep that was closer to the door. Hauling 50 pound sacks of feed into the barn is no great joy either. I may have to pour a little walkway from the up slope parking pad around to the barn door, so I can use a two wheeled dolly to move those sacks of feed.
At least I don't still have two horses out in the meadow. Those animals can eat, and they not only require grain feeds, but bales of hay. I used to haul a lot of hay up here, but these days it's just cracked corn and scratch feeds.
No 50 lb sacks of goat feed, either. It was nice having the animals, but not so nice from a logistics aspect. They nibbled the logs on the side of the house, but they wouldn't eat the weeds in the meadow. I liked them though.
When I think about it, I used to do a lot of things out in these woods that I don't do anymore.
My son and I could always cut enough poplar and oak here on our own land to keep plenty of firewood for the hearth and the wood burning stoves.
Didn't even have to cut down trees, just cut up the blow downs. We cut our own wood, moved it to the house, split it, stacked it, and were good to go.
I picked up a copy of "Handloader" this month. It's been around since the 1960's.
I don't buy it all that often, because usually it's 90% load data on weird, wildcat cartridges I'll never even see, let alone load for. A "Wildcat" cartridge is basically a cartridge somebody comes up with on their own and then tries to get some big company to make it commercially.
Most of them don't catch on, but some of them become "the next big thing" in shooting.
This issue had a great article on the 8mm Mauser, and I load that, big time. Of course, I have my load data down and I'm not going to change it at my age without a compelling reason, but the article was interesting and worth the six bucks the magazine cost. I also enjoy seeing what's new in reloading tools and powders, etc.
Nothing to see here, folks!
While we were in town, I went by McDonald's to see if I could find out what the furor on the dispatch net was about. The manager said "she couldn't talk about it." Apparently the intent is to make sure the whole incident just "goes away" quietly. Good luck with that. Reminded me of the old song from the late eighties by Peter Gabriel, "We do what we're told." The manager had never heard of it.
Stopped by the old man's house who lives at the foot of the mountain. He usually knows everything that's going on. But he said he doesn't go into town anymore, and hadn't heard anything about it. Lots of people trying to avoid town these days.
I've been to Mexico. There may be worse hell holes on the planet, but Mexico is sure a contender for the number one slot. And they're right next door to us. Literally, these days.