Swamp Musings

sailor's delight.

Getting a bit nippish this eve. Finished the day's tasks, came back in with Mz. Shitferbrains ignoring my request she not do such (typical), proceeded with the daily shut-down routine. Counter clockwise. First, turn off the power to the shop. Breaker panel in the pantry. Then to the utility room to pick out a frozen bit of meat to toss in the sink for supper. Turn on the Bunn for a cuppa joe. Sit in The Chair and check the itchy spots. Remove ticks. Growl ominously at Mz. SFB when she wants to help removing tick on butt. Use the Steve H. roach cannon to soak pads of toilet paper to put on holes left by former Florida State Birds. Mz. Lardbutt retreats from the smell.

Just a calm and gentle evening. Fired up the wood stove with bits of a hurricane '04 tree to nip the nippish, turned on this box and scanned the news sites. Came up with the same conclusion.



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Did you watch the State of the Union speech? Some parts were mediumly interesting. Other parts had me taking out the socks I wore for 3 days and washing them in the kitchen sink rather than waiting until there was a load for the machine. GWB with all his expected and un-expected flaws is the second-best prez in my lifetime. Can you possibly conceive of a prez Gore or a prez Kerry? **shudder!**

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Did you come back here for enlightenment? Not bloody likely. I've none. For that you have to go to Pat's site. She is the finestkind and also doesn't take prisoners. I'm a loyal reader and her thoughts spend a lot of mulling time whilst driving nails and trying to be smarter than a paint brush.

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Ending shot. Go and think about it.