Itt's Monday, and laundry is the current chore. Between loads, I'm reading the news, and there is not much to crow about.
I see that the head commie is coming to California, and they're building Potemkin villages. They're cleaning the place up, so that Zi won't see homeless encampments or soil his shoes with human shit.
I see that Tim Scott dropped out of the presidential race. I like him on a number of issues, but as an up-and-coming presidential hopeful, he has been overshadowed by the elephant in the room. As have the rest of the up-and-coming hopefuls. Scott has time to build his resume, and one day he might be the elephant in the room, but not today.
We got word yesterday that younger son made it home safely, with all the deer meat still frozen. That's good, he has venison in the freezer. And, I sent home a rifle for grandson. He has recently taken an interest in shooting, and it was time for a centerfire rifle.
I guess I'd better check on the dryer.
3 comments:
Well.....
Inquiring minds want to know.
WHAT KIND OF RIFLE??!!?!?!!
Do you have a pot of red beans & sausage cooking?
The traditional Monday staple of beans and rice in New Orleans dates back to the late 1700s. This was when French-speaking Haitians fleeing the Haitian Revolution brought their spicy Caribbean recipes to the city. The combination of beans and rice into a stew-like meal is thought to be a product of African cuisine and was adapted in New Orleans. Monday was traditionally washday in the 19th century, and so clever New Orleans housewives used this opportunity to make a hearty meal that could simmer over the day with minimal effort. Red beans and rice have since become synonymous with Mondays in Louisiana and are now thought of as an integral part of New Orleans’ cultural heritage.
A thought on Tim Scott.
Tim Scott appears to be a genuinely good guy. Maybe too nice, for the brutal presidential election stage.
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