Before I can pick up where I left off, discipline dictates that I pick up what fell through the cracks over the weekend. Mondays have become chore days, get-back-on-track days, and this was just the next in line.
Designated “high” wildfire danger and county burn bans are creeping closer every day. At the top of my to-do list this morning was disposing of what little combustible trash we had — easily the burn barrel’s least impressive show ever.
I may do it again in a couple of days, too, unless the county judge says otherwise.
The day’s unnecessary task was attending to the tools I found at the thrift shop on Saturday. They cleaned up nicely. I believe I’ll duck in there from time to time and see if I can snag s’more bargains.
As usual, while I had the buggy out I went for a brief joyride. Today’s trip took me down to the county road and back. The low-angle morning sun shining through the leaves revealed the first hues of autumn.
Four whitetail sightings.
We’ve noticed more and more deer browsing close to our living space. They’re down by the well shed, over near the fire pit, below the driveway on the leach field. When we returned from Walmart late yesterday afternoon, an unbothered yearling watched us from the wooded slope south of the cabin.
She stayed there while I unloaded the truck, completely at ease with our presence.
I was in the shower today when the power went out. Within a few minutes, pressure slowed to a trickle. I shuffled out to the panel in the hall, switched on the camper’s water pump and resumed.
Power was restored to The Mountain — along with 1,800 other Entergy customer affected by the outage — about an hour later. No word on the cause.
Yes, I’m aware of rumblings about the potential for a coordinated terrorist attack on October 7th (see what happened a year ago today) or October 8th (a Muslim holiday). And no, I don’t believe jihadis waste time turning out the lights on a couple of thousand rednecks in Marion County, Arkansas.
I do have it on good authority, however, that there’s a sleeper cell here in the Ozarks, reportedly one of many scattered across the country. Not a surprise, really. Just FYI.
Meanwhile, there’s a compact, historically powerful hurricane barreling toward Florida’s west coast. It’ll be awful — and if you live in the path of Milton, you should GTFO now — but honestly, the aftermath won’t compare to the devastation suffered by southern Appalachia. I want to repeat what I said in my last post:
The United States government is interfering with — and actively attempting to prevent — private rescue efforts and delivery of critical relief, aid and supplies.
The reason I’m still thumpin’ that tub is that firsthand accounts of State sabotage, from reliable sources, continue to come out of the disaster zone. I won’t get mired in the sea of theories about why it’s happening or what the end-game might be — that it’s happening at all is disturbing enough.
I’ll leave you today with a video shared by Cajun Navy. Draw your own conclusions.
We've officially found our first free swamp tour customer! So whoever the douche nozzle was that deliberately rotor washed the Burnsville POD, this was a hostile act that broke a $hitload of really good @FAANews laws! You can clearly see our logo on the supplies! Good luck trying… https://t.co/sBxSTWy7jU
— United Cajun Navy (@Unitedcajunnavy) October 7, 2024
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath #Ungovernable
#LetsGoBrandon #FJB
