As I gathered my thoughts and prepared to commit them to words yesterday morning, I had the strong sense that I’d said the same thing here before — and not that long ago.
It wouldn’t’ve been the first time I’ve repeated myself. You get what’s on my mind, whether you’ve heard it already or not.
Today, I’ll restrain myself and spare you the repetition.
You’re welcome.
I’m the last cuss word
Aaron Lewis (Dan Tyminski, Ira Dean)
that cuts like a razor,
The first sip of sin
from an old brown sack,
A feel-good-then
and hate-yourself-later —
I’m just another thing
that you can’t take back.
Waves of rain showers swept over The Mountain from the southwest early Sunday morning. We were in for an overcast and potentially wet day, or so they predicted, with a high in the mid-80s, which would be fine with the Heeler and me.
At breakfast time, I cut into the last of the mini-loaves from the artisan bakery in Flippin — raisin-sourdough. Delicious.
I looked around for something productive and mildly strenuous to do before my shower. I knew I had to find a new place for the shelf unit in the living room before installing the through-the-wall air conditioner, and yesterday morning seemed as good as time as any to do the moving.
Clearing it out of the way took no time at all. I ran the shop-vac in corners and crevices to suck up accumulated grit (dog hair, mostly) before re-setting the totes along that wall.
I relocated the shelf unit to the southwest wall, opposite the bath/laundry.
That’ll work for the time being.
It’s been months since I’ve been to Carolyn’s Razorback Ribs or Crooked Creek Pub. I’ve been watching my spending, and that’s a good thing, but I miss the food and drink and, most especially, the good people whose company I enjoy.
Yesterday morning, I broke out of my self-imposed isolation and went to town.
Carolyn, working in the kitchen, greeted me by name as soon as I walked in, and we had a great chat. Felisha was off, so Kyleigh took my take-out order. I brought it back to The Mountain and set it down on the kitchen table.
My meal — a “Fire in the Hole” burger, smashed, with a side of beans — is in the large container. There’s a huckleberry milkshake in the tall cup.
And what’s in the small container?
See, I wasn’t the only one who deserved a break from the routine. I asked Kyleigh if they could grill a small burger for Miss Smudge. She smiled and added it to my order.
My loyal companion was, in a word, thrilled with the treat.
And there’d be more where that came from. It was a full-size burger, so I decided to split it up into three servings, the last two mixed with her kibble at mealtime.
Smudge has been a real trooper. She has her issues, whatever the reasons, but she’s a great dog and I’m lucky to be sharing this crazy, wonderful life with her.
My own Sunday meal was great, too, by the way.
So my happy Heeler and I rewarded ourselves, just because. It was pretty special.
Amazon over-achieved again yesterday, delivering my new bathroom mirror a day early. I wasted no time in unboxing it and putting it up over the vanity.
That’s exactly what I had in mind. At some point I’ll stain the frame darker.
The delivery also included the exhaust fan for the kitchen. I may get into that this morning.
Life is good.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath #Ungovernable