Spike and Jet are spending the day in the wife's trash can, next to the couch. They like the popcorn bags, It's cool in there, as well. I took Spike out for play time this morning, before it got too hot. He ran out of steam early though, chasing chickens. I wonder what would happen if he ever caught one?
My chickens are all a lot bigger than he is, and I think even a hen could run him off. The ferrets are not vicious, they just want to play.
Right now I have two hens with chicks trailing around them. Since mother hens can run off cats and dogs that get too
close, Spike might get a good stomping before he ever knew what hit him.
I keep him away from the roosters and mother hens. I let him chase the others if he feels like it.
Jet doesn't come outside anymore, he has little energy, mostly sleeps.
I went through and pulled all the bolt guns that are overdue for a good cleaning.
I have them divided into three batches, so I can try to remember to put them back where they came from. If I don't, then my little book that lets me find an individual weapon when I want to, which I just went to infinite pains to update, will be useless.
The "eliptical" is down here but my wife uses it a lot more than I do. I'd rather just go to the park and walk. It's not as boring.
However, it's good to have the thing to use when I just don't feel like taking down all the security devices on the jeep trail and then bringing them back up.
Part of my "I love me" wall is in the background. Also some of M's things, like her promotion to Lieutenant in the Navy and her diploma from her college are up there on the wall.
That door in the wall you see, goes back underground to the pump room. The main pump is outside in the woods, but the pressure tank, filter, and gauges are all in this "bunker" that you access through that wooden door.
Lots of guns to clean, eh?
My wife and I went to Home Depot today. My plan was to stay home, but Home Depot was having a sale on garden vegetables, 4 for ten bucks. So we went . The parking lot was full. We got what we wanted and headed out to the Jeep.
There was an old lady out in the parking lot, trying to load bags of potting soil into the back of her truck.
She had probably 50 bags on a pallet. My wife had to stop and ask her if she (the old lady) wanted me (her husband) to help. I am not supposed to be lifting heavy stuff but I would have. Even though she had a Bernie sticker on her truck.
The old hag told M that she didn't need any man to help her.
I told her she was not going to be able to load all that stuff, and I'd go inside and get her some help.
She told me to mind my own business, that she was perfectly capable of loading her truck, and that if she let a man help he would "tear the bags" and "dirt would get on her truck bed."
So I asked her if she didn't have a broom at home. I had it in mind that she probably had at least one to fly around on after dark, but I didn't say that. I told her that was fine with me, but that I hoped when we came back tomorrow we wouldn't find her old dead body out in the parking lot, all dried up and mummified by the sun. Then I pushed our buggy on out toward the Jeep. When I looked back, M was still arguing with the feminazi. Eventually M showed up, and said the woman wouldn't take any kind of help at all. Too bad for her. I'll say this, there's no way she could have loaded all that stuff. It would have taken two men and a boy to get that great pile of heavy bags in that truck. Lifting potting soil is like lifting cement or a dead body, it is just dead weight. Maybe she will croak out there, and that will be one less vote for Shrillery come November.
Yesterday I grilled hamburgers out on the porch. Tonight I am doing ribs. Better go get the charcoal going. It's 82 in the shade, so I just go out there, turn the meat on the grill, and go back in the house. Getting to be like summer here, sure enough.
Thought for the day.
SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES!
Is this better than Donald Trump? I think not.