“I woke last night to the sound of thunder, How far off I sat and wondered…”
We’ve been getting hit with some pretty damned strong thunderstorms the past 4 days, downpours of an inch in just a few minutes and booming thunder. I dig that shit.
I mean, even the rain….. Not only is it raining this late into the year (as far as California goes, anyways), but it’s raining like a motherfucker. In the San Joaquin Valley a steady sprinkle constitutes a storm with a Stormwatch interrupting your regularly scheduled programming every 10 minutes. Here it rains so hard you can’t see enough to drive even with your windshield wipers set on Haulin’ Ass and the fucking weather radio doesn’t even go off.
But it comes and goes – it’ll storm for an hour, then clear for 3 or 4 before another storm rolls in. Folks around here don’t cancel events for rain, they just postpone them for an hour or so.
What trips me out though is the rain here is warm. The only time it rained in California was in the winter and the rain is cold. Here I can wander out to the shed in the rain and not freeze my ass off.
But yeah, I can sit here for hours listening to the sound of thunder rolling across the countryside. To me it’s peaceful, calming. I’ve never lived in a place where it was a common sound.
It’s the little things in life.
What the fuck…
One of the reasons I moved out here was to live someplace where I could pretty much live my life without anybody fucking with me. I mean, I’m a pretty mellow dude, I don’t infringe on other folk’s Rights, I don’t fuck with nobody, I don’t try to run anybody else’s life and the only thing I ask is that I be treated the same way. Don’t fuck with me if I’m not fucking with you, right? That’s why I moved here, to be around folks with a like mind. It helps that the State Dish is damned near fried squash – I love fried squash.
When I left California, I thought I was leaving all this gun control bullshit behind me. No more dumbass fucking laws, no new restrictions, no more waiting periods and no more worries about somebody talking shit about taking my guns away.
Now it’s happening at the national level and much to my dismay and consternation, it’s not showing any signs of letting up. Politicians that you thought were on our side, people we voted for, are now joining the call for ‘common sense gun control’. MSM news organizations like CNN are inflating numbers by declaring any shooting even close to a school a school shooting and nobody’s calling them on it.
Hating on ‘assault rifles’ suddenly became the in thing. If there was any kind of shooting at all that was newsworthy, it involved an AR no matter what. The details wouldn’t even be released yet and CNN would be breathlessly reporting that the gun was an AR loaded with fully automatic high capacity clips. Give me a fucking break.
This last shooting with the young man using a shotgun and a handgun really fucked up their cha-cha though, didn’t it? Him not using an AR, that didn’t fit their agenda at all. Or did it?
The ball’s already rolling on semi-autos, now they can get started on handguns again and now shotguns at a federal level using the school shootings hysteria. “We must keep the children safe!”
Fuuuck you. Try taking a common sense approach – armed people on campus and a plan before something happens. Be proactive, not reactive. Today I saw where the Assistant Governor of Texas was saying they really should consider having fewer entrances to the schools to limit access. That’s proactive. I tell you what, I’ve visited my grandkid’s elementary school a few times and there is exactly one way into that school, and you have to buzzed through the door into a reception area when school is in session. There won’t be a school shooting there.
What strikes me funny is that they’re blaming the NRA and going after them. I’ve got news for those folks. It ain’t the NRA they need to be worrying about. There’s a whole bunch of us that think the NRA is waaay to lenient with our 2A Rights. We’re the ones they need to worry about. Bring it on, Junior. I’m waiting. I’m waiting because I’m too old to run and too pissed off to reason with.
Don’t want none, don’t start none.
Damn, that dog’s getting old and it seemed all catch up to him within a year’s time. He’s not nearly as active as he was this time last year. He’s stiff when he moves, has a hard time getting up and is perfectly content to just lay on the porch most of the day instead of being out fucking shit up.
My best guess as to his age is about ten. I got him back in March of 2010 and he was at least a year, maybe 18 months when I brought him home, although the people I got him from said they figured he was 5 or 6 whe they found him running the streets. I knew he wasn’t that old – he was too rambunctious and playful for that age. Besides, his teeth had absolutely no wear or stains at all. None that I could see anyways, trying to keep him from biting the shit out of me.
What’s killing me though is every other dog I ever had, their senses aged with their bodies. Not only did they get old physically, they got old mentally at the same pace. Not Charlie. He’s still just as sharp mentally as he ever was – his eyes are clear, his hearing is still all there and he’s just as alert as ever. The bad thing is, he knows he can’t go out and run and play anymore, but he doesn’t understand why and I really think it bothers him that he can’t do the things he used to. I have to boost his fat ass up into the truck and he looks almost ashamed to need my help, stopping right before he gets to the door and looking up at me with his ears back and those big ol’ yellow eyes.
Yeah, he’s an old man now. Right now he’s laying on his pad next to my Camouflage Bass Pro Easy Chair, knowing that when I pause while typing this, I’m gonna reach down and give him a nut-rubbin. He’s earned it.
Ain’t happenin’ this year. The weather fucked me up – we went from temps in the 50s to the 80s damned near overnight. The grass and weeds just exploded – let me put it this way: I mowed today for the second time in 5 days. I bet it’s grown an inch in that time. Where my garden is was even worse because I can’t mow over the furrows. After I mowed, I went out and sprayed Round-up on it and was still thinking about borrowing my father-in-law’s tiller and turning it, but after seeing nothing but rock on the surface I’m not even sure I want to work that spot any more. I may just till it and seed it with grass. When I tilled it last year I spent hours and hours raking the rocks out and now it looks like I never even touched it with all those rocks percolating up. Fuckers.
Only problem is, that’s about the only level spot on high ground. I don’t know where else to put one.
I’m thinking I’ll skip it this year and just till a bunch of straw and compost into it, then spend my entire fucking summer picking and raking rocks. I’ll get my fresh produce and canning stock from the Amish about 10 miles up the road. It’s better quality and more quantity than I can ever hope to grow anyways.
And to Think Lisa Waited All Year For This
The Highway 52 yard sale this past weekend was a fucking bust. The past two years I’ve gone to it, the road between Portland and Lafayette was lined with booths and stands, but this year there were spots that you could drive 2 miles without seeing a single one. There’s a few spots where there’s a bunch of stands clustered like at Oak Grove and we stopped in there but it was either off brand Dollar Store crap or professional dealers with damned few actual locals selling their stuff. I was checking out an old antique crank phone, thinking “Hmmm, I’ll give him 30 bucks for it” and about shit myself when he said he wouldn’t go below $250 for it. Fuck that.
Lisa bought a couple knickknacks and the friend that was with us bought a hat rack for their new home. I didn’t buy anything mainly because I didn’t see any gun stuff anywhere. A couple years ago I scored 150 rounds of 22-250 for 50 bucks, I think. That was a pretty good score, it prints MOA so I can’t complain. That’s what I dinged that groundhog with a month or two ago. Funny thing I bought that ammo from another buyer that was standing next to me at a booth that had several rifles for sale. I asked the vendor if he had any ammo for sale and the guy standing next to me asked what calibers I was looking for. I started rattling off calibers I had and when I said 22-250 he grinned and held his hand up, saying he had some in his truck. Said he loaded them and then gave me the specs with enough intelligence I could tell he knew what he was doing.
But yeah, it was dead this year but like I mentioned early we had some pretty good storms then. They had forecast storms in the morning but we got out about 8 and while it was overcast we didn’t get a drop of rain the entire morning.