Well, I’m on leave this week if you canna tell. Gives me a bit of time for the deeper few rather than the shallower many. For all the good that’s done us. Up early – relatively speaking, this being leave – and down to check on the email queue. Saw a note from occasional reader Zane, and the rest – as you know – is history.
Funny thing. You’re supposed to enjoy exposure as a blogger, enjoy the notion of your thoughts being out there for review, the jolly give and take. But then Salon.com puts you at the top of their “Blog Report” page as “from the right” blogger and next thing you know there come all manner of Don Quixotes to tilt at you and call you names and imagine in a couple hundred words that they know you through and through.
And then the regulars choose sides and all our carefully tended gardens decency and mutual consideration stand a-tremble. There are advantages to anonymity.
When not thus engaged I managed to re-arrange the hanging work in the Kat’s closet – power tool work for the most part, but a bit of spackling too there was to cover up our imprecisions afterwards. Not hard, but there was just that much of a trickle down your back to make you think you’re doing real work, and a “you’re my hero, dad” afterwards to make it all the more worth while.
A bit of thesis work thereafter, then down to the skeet range with Son Number One – denied again, it’s Monday and Tuesday that they’re off. So back down to the other range for another hack at the Sig Sauer P220 in .45ACP, not to mention 50 rounds of .223 through a rented AR-15 that really ought to have been better maintained. Himself put all seven rounds into a fist-sized hole in the orange at 20 meters and thus has found himself a new best friend. It’ll be a couple years at least before he needs it by his side, and I take that as a blessing.
Domestic sounds now. The Biscuit has returned from the beach wearing what she insists is a class of bathing suit, but what your correspondent would, otherwise uninformed, have taken for underwear. There’s a bit of poultry sizzling on the grill in anticipation of some curry sauce and a dab of brown rice on the side. The sun is setting outside the kitchen window, and we all of us our here to settle in, to dine and share a little conversation. That happens less and less these days, so we take that too as a kind of mercy.
Not everything in the world is as I would have it – we have somehow contrived to acquire yet another cat – but I am nonetheless content.
not an occasional reader – just an occasional poster here – so conditioned by slashdot that I cannot let this opportunity for a first post go by.
sent the link about the priest/muslim to my episcopalian sister. told her she can now long for the good old days when what to do with homosexual clergy was the big issue.
keep up the good work Sir.
We all love you Lex. Keep on truckin.
But, curry sauce on BBQ chix? Gotta think about that. Maybe on a couple of cats…
Well, Lex, it seems you had a productive day. A little bit to check off on the to-do list, a little bit of “real” work done, a little play time, and good food with good conversation.
I have to admit to enjoying today’s company here in Lex-land. It’s a challenge being articulate and persuasive to those whom you respect and wish to understand, such as a on typical day. It’s pure pleasure to joust with those who can’t stay on the task at hand and revert to YOUR A LYING STUPID STINKY LIAR arguments.
Being surrounded here in what you’d think would be more conservative type people where I live, I tend to instead be surrounded in all facets with those who lean liberal. I can’t discuss anything with them because they refuse to listen to me, let alone without hurt feelings. I want my friends more than that’s worth.
So I don’t. I bite my tongue and keep my own counsel, digging a little jab when something can tweak them a little once in a while. I maybe tame, but not harmless.
Anyway, thanks for the adventure today. I hope I held up my end as well as you most always do. You’re a good example, even where you least expect to make an impression.
PS One can never have too many cats. Just ask my dog.
`Maybe on a couple of cats…`
Dear Babs: That would be Chinese take out, would it not? Lex, sir, on leave in June, home-repairs, sunsets, BBQ`s, hair graying over daughter`s lack of covering from head to knees, and guns…s-i-g-h…all is right in the world. ENJOY!
Veritas et Fidelis Semper
Hope you thoroughly enjoy your leave – Cats…dog person myself, but I’ve learned a lot from our “inherited” cat (do they all come from adult children?) – selfish, clever animals. I deplore his patting me on the nose if I sleep past 6, but I kinda like to see him leap after my bride as she crosses the bedroom… she asks “why doesn’t he do that to you?” I answer: “We have an understanding.” And I think we do, but I’m never certain of that. Daughters: “to fathers, they are treasures of sleeplessness…”
Shack hits for P3-W, confirmed
Relieved not to be the only one thinking that the curry sauce might be meant for the cat(s)…
Yes Deborah, I do believe that curried cat is #36 on my take out menu. I have never actually ordered it but now that the weather has gotten warm I just might consider it!
Hey Lex, do you deliver? BBQ, mmmmmm
Lex- do tell what range it is that rents out AR-15s; would like to mebbe take a drive over there.
Here you are my brother.
Interesting note, if it is of consequence I know not. Took a gander at the opposing blog from Salon. 14 comments in total for the article featured. Not too many Don Quixotes over there.
Take pride in the additional hits!
Try making a “Mojo Chicken”, sometime. Excellent warm weather chow. Your family will think you are as good as the “Bam” dude!
http://www.tasteofcuba.com/spicymojochicken.html
I have three Meezers (Siamese), in lieu of kids. Dogs have owners, cats have staff.
Lex- Just love the fact that the above named range in Sandy Eggo is making a difference on Global Warming as “An environmentally safe facility.” Thank you, Lex, for doing your part to save the planet, on so many levels.
Take pride in those hits as well, my friend.
DC- Will try the mojochicken, similar to one of my faves — a garlic/lime/chipotle variant. The food and drink suggestions of this group deserve follow-up action.
V/r
-SJBill
Heh! Nothing quite so fancy here. Jest brisket and ribs.Really, to be honest, the denizens of Geezerville can’t handle anything more sophisticated. I’m still trying to teach them not to eat the bones.
Isn’t spackle a wonderful invention. I get a lot of satisfaction doing home repair myself.
P3W: “…I can?
P3W: “…I can’t discuss anything with them because they refuse to listen to me, let alone without hurt feelings. I want my friends more than that’s worth…”
Oh boy can I relate! Go here to read my experience yesterday. I’m “uneducated” because I disagreed with someone’s opinion about the Israeli/Palestinian conflict – and this from someone who professed to be a friend. I need a loofah!
Lex – a good day’s work should always include relaxation time with the family. Not that it’s “work” in the traditional sense…but it’s always time well spent and treasured.
Glad to hear you ARE taking a break though…we all need that every so often. Make sure some of your evening sustenance includes some Woodford’s Reserve. A new tip in your jar should help you with that…
Thanks kindly, Kris – very much appreciated.
Well, Sir, I hope you realize how lucky you are, as Naval Aviators go, to get one XY offspring. I betcha you’ve heard of the phenomenon known as “Naval Aviator’s Disease” which mostly amounts to you guys producing mostly female children.
I wonder if that bit of folklore is statistically supportable.