Talking with a lady at the grocers this weekend, she mentioned that she had hummingbirds on her feeders. I came home and hanged a feeder. on Saturday.
This morning I saw the first one, a little green buzzer taking advantage of the free sugar water. Winter might not yet be over, but the first hummingbird has arrived on my acre and I'm glad to see it.
Awoke to a light frost this morning, and Belle decided that she had some hamburger meat she needed to cook and today was perhaps her last chance to make chili this season, so she made a big pot of chili. That works for me. What we didn't eat today, we'll recycle tomorrow as Frito Pie. It won't go to waste.
I'm finishing up reloading ammo for Texas State next week. Yeah, I know, I should have done this in November, but procrastination is a virtue. I started a couple of weeks ago needing to reload roughly 7000 rounds, and today I'm within 700 rounds of being finished. I'll be done by the weekend, even if my schedule in interrupted by some sort of catastrophe. Here lately, I careen from one catastrophe to another. Who know what tomorrow might bring.
For example, last week I took the dawg to a groomer. He's a little Lhasa Apso, named Benji. I swear, that dawg is a reprobate. I have owned good dogs, and he is not one of them. So, this dawg is at the groomer, the same groomer he's had for four years, and she calls me. The dawg is having seizures. Belle goes into a six-foot hover and we go get the dawg. The groomer tells Belle that the dawg had three seizures. He's half groomed.
A half-groomed Lhasa is a pitiful sight, but Belle snatches him up and heads to the veterinarian. Roughly $300 later, we find out that the dawg is an epileptic. He has to take medicine twice a day. I have to administer it to him. He'll growl at Belle, but he knows better than to growl at me.
I love dogs, I really do. I have had dogs my entire life. But I will not tolerate a dog who thinks that he is the Alpha on my property. Every dog understands that there are rules in the pack, and I am the Alpha. I will give scratches and treats and regular kibble, but I do not tolerate growling or snapping.
At any rate, I have a dawg who is an epilep, and I have to give him medicine twice a day. Belle loves him, but I think he's a reprobate. I guess he and I are okay, because I'm a bit of a reprobate myself.
That's what I'm dealing with right now.
We had a cold front blow through last night. Barely worth mentioning. A little rain, a little thunder, but the temps were in the mid 70s yesterday and this morning we're in the low 40s. So, I'm wearing flannel this morning. I know that our friends in the Midwest got damaging winds and tornadoes, and our friends up North got snow.
So, I'm out in the sop with the heaters lit to break the chill. That heater I bought in February is proving its worth. Easy to light, easy to move around, it sips propane. Belle is a fan. She thinks it is just the best.
Belle wants ribs for lunch, so I have taken a rack out of the freezer. I'd best start figuring out what the sides will be.
Did y'all hear about this Aloha Akbar mother****** who wandered into a classroom at Old Dominion and started shooting? He shot the instructor, a retired military officer, but the cadets took things to the next level.
Students in the classroom reacted quickly once the shooting began. Authorities say several ROTC cadets confronted the gunman and physically subdued him before police arrived. Officials later confirmed that the suspect died during that confrontation and that he was not shot by the students who intervened. Investigators have not released details about the exact cause of death while the investigation continues.
He died during the confrontation but was not shot. I wonder how he died? Regardless, that is one less enemy combatant we need to worry about. It also sets the bar for others who have to deal with such nonsense.
Good Job, Old Dominion!
If there is one thing I know for true and for certain, it is what this guy is telling me right here.
The best ones were married to a 4-speed manual transmission and a granny gear. Want to haul a cattle trailer to the sale barn with a load of heifers? No problem. Need to get an overloaded hay trailer out of a field? No sweat. Oh, there was sweat in the hay field, but the engine could handle it.
The Ford 300 cubic inch straight six was a beast. Bulletproof, reliable, It was the perfect engine for a pickup truck. Your do-it-all, around-the-farm rig.
My son has one in his barn, promising to rebuild it and put it in a clunker. I can't wait to see it growl back to life.
As I eat lunch, listening to the news, I hear that the new Supreme Leader of Iran has made a statement, telling us all that he is going to close the strait of Hormuz.
I also hear that he is in a coma, having lost a leg in an Israeli attack.
I wonder why the mullah council in Iran would pick a comatose leader, but then I recall that the entire US population picked a semi-comatose president for the last administration.
So, Little Mo has threatened the two unforgiveable sins of the past 80 years. 1) he's threatening to touch bots, and 2) he wants to increase the price of oil. Those are sins that tend to skew the mortality tables.
Busier than hell, lately. Momma did in November and it's time to break up the estate. My sister is handling the money. Dad left Momma in fairly good shape, financially. I'm handling the real estate. Lawyers, appraisers, lists of heirs and the accompanying negotiations. It's a busy time and I think I have turned the corner. Everyone agrees and no one's feelings are hurt.
Of course, this is also the competition season for CFDA and I'm involved in that. Just another layer of complexity.
Like many of you, I am also watching this whole Iran thing. I don't understand why the IRGC hasn't surrendered yet, or simply deserted. They cannot win this fights. The only question is what they can salvage.
Here we go again in Louisiana. At 2:00 am, some of our clocks jumped forward to 3:00. Lots of folks are going to be late for church this morning. As for myself, I'm wandering around, changing the old-fashioned clocks.
At this point, the twice-annual change is simply tradition. I am convinced that none of the reasons we started this are valid today. It's tradition, the ay we've always done it.
News reports are telling us that north Louisiana experienced a 4.9 magnitude earthquake in Red River parish.
We don't normally consider Louisiana to be earthquake country, but the times, they are a-changing.
I went out to tun errands this morning and saw that the car is covered in y3llow pollen. The pine trees are shedding pollen. Spring is just around the corner.
