Oh, Christmas Tree!

No more live Christmas trees for me. I went to buy mine and they wanted $60 for it. I’m just not able to spend that kind of money on something that will make the house smell nice for just a couple of weeks, drop needles on the floor that need to be constantly swept up, and will probably fall over at least once because my damn cat likes to climb up in the tree. I can’t figure out any way to keep the cat out of the tree. It’s like fighting Mother Nature Herself.

So I went to Big Lots and found a gorgeous artificial tree that has lights already on it and the whole thing is only $35! If the cat stays out of it, I’ve got a winner!

To Market, To Market

It looks like most of the roadside stands have closed up this week. I used to be able to buy a fresh local cantaloupe, green peppers, and tomatoes from a vegetable stand across from the post office. But as I drove by there today I noticed that the fucking stand was boarded up and all the crates had been trucked out of there. That’s depressing. I like a lot of fruits and vegetables and I try to buy locally when I can.

Looks like the cooler weather will be bringing us apples and more of the winter vegetables now. We have a pick your own orchard nearby. That would be a nice way to spend a few hours one weekend – picking a bushel of local apples. And of course every where you fucking look there seems to be a butt load of pumpkins patches advertising that you can now pick your own pumpkins which is something that I have tried to do each fall.

I even found a great market right out of town that sells fresh local foods that are all natural. A lot of meats and my all time favorite is the milk. It comes in the glass containers, instead of those shitty plastic jugs that just destroy the taste of milk. And if you don’t shake up the container before opening it you will find what they call the “plug” of cream that finds it’s way up top that is so tasty to dip and use in your tea or coffee. This fresh local milk is the best even though you have to pay a $2 deposit on each of the bottles that you take out of there.

Colorado

Cindy and Bobby, my two close friends since high school, who just recently moved out to Colorado, are now having to send for her aging mother to come out there to them to live until they can find the perfect Assisted Living in the Denver area to move her into. This apparently wasn’t expected for another 5 years or so. They wanted to get settled into their new home and jobs and get a few things squared away before having her relocate all of her shit out and up there in the Mile High City in the beautiful state of Colorado. Life always seems to get in the way of the best thought out plans for folks.

I don’t think that I would want to go anywhere near Colorado these days. What with all the fucking wild fires that devastated so many people and their homes and businesses. And then of course, least we forget the cocksucker that went into the movie theater and went bat ass crazy with his guns and shot up the place, killing and wounding dozens of innocent folks that were just trying to watch a fucking movie. Now that is one fucked up dude there. I wonder how long it is going to take for him to be tried and convicted and sent away, or even if he will be sent away. Most likely to a mental ward instead of in prison, sigh…..

 

 

 

Labor Day Rain

So here we sit at the beach, and it’s fucking raining. I can’t remember the last time that it rained over Labor Day weekend around here. Now Memorial Day, that’s a whole other story. I can’t remember a Memorial Day weekend that it didn’t fucking rain. I have several friends that take a ride up to D.C. for the Rolling Thunder events and each year they come home swearing that they will never again take that long hard and very wet ride. Of course they could always trailer their bikes up and back but none of my friends would even consider doing that, as that is part of the whole adventure.

It’s a damned good thing that I brought along my laptop, since the only other thing to do around here at this particular beach is to go to a bar and I’m sorry but drinking in the morning and early afternoon just isn’t my thing. I don’t mind tossing back a few in the evening, but not until at least 5:00pm. The weatherman is trying to be positive about the whole weekend, but since when did I ever believe or trust anything that ever came out of that cocksuckers mouth?

 

 

 

 

Need Some Beach Time

Thank goodness we are coming up on Memorial Day Weekend. the unofficial start of summer!

Its already been like summer around here for the whole past month. Its hot. We get thunderstorms. We have longer daylight hours thanks to the wonderful invention of daylight savings.

This Memorial Day I am going to feel the sand between my toes. I need some beach time to relax and clear the cobwebs from my muddled brain. Know what I mean? There’s nothing like sand and cool water and a cold drink to make the day pass nicely by.