Wild roses were growing down by lake, she went down there, dug some in Fall, replanted them out front, one touch they fall apart, their fragrance is quite strong.
The scene where ole Cornwallis walks in, finds the Patriot on his knees checking out the design of the rocking chair, it’s really not so different this project. Different item is all.
Just want to live our lives without so much as “by your leave sir”, d.c is acting like Imperial Rome, viewing the people as the unwashed, barbarians who need proper government. the Dan-knee showed up with a flat-bed because one of his hooligan friends hasn’t brought back the trailer.
I can still hear it ” if it’s not motorcycles, it’s G’damn cars”. We were to busy building stuff or fishing to be out hurting people or vandalizing stuff. Seeing the Dan-knee back that in the drive, a song came to mind.
Not sure what I’m gonna do the house, couple of options, turn it into a BnB is one, that way some of you could rent the place for a week or so, it’ll help on some parts with added bonus, you can see our very own Wailing wall, she had one, believe you me, plenty of wailing took place there. A BnB or renting the place comes with their own situations, taxes and…. stuff.
When some serious thinking needs to take place, fishing is a good place for it.
I fish because I love to. Because I love the environs where trout are found, which are invariably beautiful, and hate the environs where crowds of people are found, which are invariably ugly. Because of all the television commercials, cocktail parties, and assorted social posturing I thus escape. Because in a world where most men seem to spend their lives doing what they hate, my fishing is at once an endless source of delight and an act of small rebellion. Because trout do not lie or cheat and cannot be bought or bribed, or impressed by power, but respond only to quietude and humility, and endless patience. Because I suspect that men are going this way for the last time and I for one don’t want to waste the trip. Because mercifully there are no telephones on trout waters. Because in the woods I can find solitude without loneliness. … And finally, not because I regard fishing as being so terribly important, but because I suspect that so many of the other concerns of men are equally unimportant and not nearly so much fun.
I see the Ruskies have returned to Cuba, I see no fun in that, bouncing off the posting of
” Stay Frosty”
A rocking chair or a car…. not much difference, not really