Sunday, April 22, 2007

Upon Reflection

Here's some required reading:

"In short, progressives habitually turn an existential defect into a virtue, since politics is their religion, 24/7/365. To “remember” the sabbath would mean forgetting about the revolution, and that would be a political sin. They cannot separate church and state because the state is their church."

One of those "things" that people know about me - like I whistle "Girl From Epanema" under my breath when thinking through a problem, or merely waiting for the next thing to happen - is that I tend to spout "we live in wondrous times" whenever the mood strikes. Usually right after checking email on my laptop in the middle of a forest, or maybe flushing a toilet. Going to work and coming home from a job eighty miles a way, daily, is right up there, too.

Make time for your Sabbath. However you should choose. Just make the time.

(Via American Digest)

Sunday, April 01, 2007

Another One For The Books

I am forty and six years old, plus a day or so.

Yesterday while I was shaving I noticed some dry brown patches up around my hairline.

My THICK, DARK, and FULL hairline, even though I keep it cut short.

I showed the wife and she kindly informed me about "liver spots" and such...

She's always there for me when I stumble or am unsure. A hayhook under the short ribs will get anybody up on their feet toot sweet.

Today the Team is heading up to Lee Kay to punch some paper.

I hope you have a fine day, too.

Monday update:

I won't be reaching for my SMLE if the midden hits the windmill. Horrible vertical string at one hundred yards and just couldn't get comfortable behind that stock at all. Yes, yes, vertical means breathing. The ammo was modern Serbian manufacture hunting rounds so I don't think it was velocity variance.

I just don't like that one as much as I had hoped.

I've developed a tremor originating in my left elbow. It only manifests when shooting offhand/weak hand with pistol. Which used to be my favorite cap to a range day.

BUT... Mrs. Tmj and the Goddesses shot until they were tired and we all had a fine time.