The Brashness of the season

With the gnawing and slashing of teeth, I watched the news as the wind and rain blew threw the Northeast with Sandy. I feel for those folks who many don't have a clue getting out into the outdoors is a park or maybe a ski slope that really isn't more than a hill out here in the west. I know many won't be prepared for the light's being out for more than a day, the fridge not keeping the lotka's cool or a nice cold beer. That more than likely didn't fill the tub with water to flush or keep a few containers of frozen water in the freezer to keep the food cold a few d days without power. I am sure there will be lessons to learned in the big city's with the clean up from the destructive path. Pregnancy will go up, booze sales will be at a high and arrest rates will be above average. 

In time of crisis there will always be the have and the have not's and guess what, with the New World order of Occupy Wall Street cult the have not's will take from the haves not thinking of others but selfish preservation.With that mindset many will suffer undue hardship, In a great country such as the United States we still haven't learned to stick together.With the Jihad of the Occupy movement we hope that one day they will learn life is about more than just greed and want of other's but I doubt they will ever see past the text on their Iphone of laptop,

 In the peak of the storm there was a casualty, a loss, to those who have seen Mutiny on the Bounty you have gazed  upon a marvel of the past a tall ship the HMS Bounty, The Bounty and her Captain were lost at sea along with an able body seaman who was later recoverd but succumed to his time in the sea. The brave men who put their lives in danger and the lives of their family who know their sacrifice to service is what put's them in harms way. The Coast Guard rescued 14 crewmen with the only sole missing from the sea vessel HMS Bounty is the Captain the man who went down with his ship. 

 Kicking and Screaming out of the Weekend

This is the second blog post. I think it worked out for the first one not knowing a thing about posting a blog. I have been reading adamantly the blog's I find posted by Facebook pages and have found them to be very informative. I have noticed that by reading so many DIY type blog's it makes you want to do stuff...make stuff and eat way too much stuff. These are just things that need to be dealt with the increasing pile of craft's, firestarters, wood and food occupying space in the home. I don't live on my own as of yet I have been couch surfing on a stagnant ocean, It has been a huge change from the way life used to be. I was an overtly adventurous person with little regard for myself and what I did, Oh yeah, I would think about things before doing them but then go right ahead and do it, damn the torpedo's 

 I have spent the last few years recovering mind and body from a few tough bout's thrown at me in the ring of life. Thing's I should take full credit for creating and some I had absolutely no control over. I miss my LIFE and pleasures I had before the day I moved IN with friends. It isn't the folks although they live completely hand to mouth and drive threw to body. I have a lot to be thankful for by being able to recover in a place where I am checked on don't have to worry about being found in a catastrophic situation without a way to save myself. I enjoy kooking. making kookie recipes that I have no idea how they will taste or really come out short of being on fire or suitable for paving the sidewalk. The couple I stay with is not adventurous at all, Steak and potato's with corn......wild huh? Not the fruity trout with wild rice and cattail root and nettle salad style. It ok to be safe food wise you know what your getting and know you won't be in the john, doubled over with the sound of a salad shooter hitting the bowl. I prefer to make a few things that would make an alligator blink sometimes. I made bread a while a go, a recipe I found on youtube, it tastes great and I use some yeast that was a few years old, flour and salt that had not been used up and was going to waste, it tasted homemade without anything special. When I did get fresh ingredients Damn that bread rock's. I don't work, I sit in the big blue chair, come Monday morning and I read colorful expletives about how pitiful the ending of the weekend was, how short it was and how there is still so much to get done. I know it is tough, but some of the family's and folks I read about I think to myself what the hell, they run so much, taking kid's to every event they chose to go to and catering to going out to a club or to dinner with friends, play sport's feed the family, shop and wonder how can they not hate to go back to work they are exhausted. I liked Monday it game me a rest from the running, I would go to hockey game's all weekend, go to a few bars and travel back home. The same was true with softball games, go to the game, BBQ for the team or go out to dinner, take the kid's to a fun park or swimming and back to the games finally to drive back home with the kid's passed out and me trying to stay awake to not kill everyone in the rig. I would think how quiet it was when I got to work on Monday and how pleasant it was to concentrate on nothing but the task at hand and getting the work done, as with the satisfaction of creating something that others would enjoy. This week is the time where I will concentrate on getting a few things made ahead for lunch and dinner, something to stay quiet and not disturb the folk's in the house other than the sound of the timer going off with food being done. The other thing is to get out to the local range and shoot the .17 and tune it up for getting a few grouse for dinner on the way to the cabin. Remember all that running around is not and doing thing's cannot be gotten back, take time to sit with your family and talk one on one with no running or electronics to interfere those are the times I look back on fondly and know that I will never get those times back but I have them all the same. Embrace the week and celebrate Monday 

                        The Rainy day's that lead into November

Turkey 

When sitting in the Blue Chair on a rainy afternoon in the last day's of October you get melancholy, Thinking of what if and should haves, you know the time you are spending watching the drip...drip...drip of the wayward drops of rain on the window are not going to last forever. It is just one extra pleasure you are looking for in your lifetime to make it perfect, to add to the full life you already are living.  There was a nice crisp breeze in the air as I went out to feed the turkey this afternoon. The slight drizzle on the turkey's beak as she dug into the potato peals and small gord, young Joel brought in last night for her to enjoy and add to the dwindling fat on her old bones, shaking off the water coating her feathers. She is ancient for a bird nearing the end of her years. We got her during the Easter feed store animal rush. As a potential meal for Thanksgiving and impending holliday's 3 more of her feathered kind were put in a to go box, small noisy bundles of feathery fluff and long leg's. Here we are six years later at a new location and she is the only one left standing. The others met with the normal attrition of 3 dollar yardbirds. One not making the first night in the box my daughter and I had set up with a nice lamp to keep them warm, with food and drink in an antique tin waterer and glass feeder used with mason jars my great great had used in the raising of game birds and chickens around the homestead in the late 1800's. It brings back those random though's as I look at the resilient bird, Her sister Tweety made it through a savage attack by our Miss peaches, Peaches was only doing what was natural in her instincts but Tweety didn't look at it that way she was quite offended and scared, I came out on the way to work and called the dog into the house, I had known something was amiss when the dog came up to me skulking. So I put her in the house, closed the door  and went out to the birds who were in the middle of the yard as I approached, one bird sauntered to me looking for chow the other was laying still in the yard staring outward. I looked at the bird and picked up the 10 lb. bird she was a bloody mess. Being late to work I set her in the shade and knew I would have to dispatch her, I was running late so I threw out the chow and headed to work,I had a meeting and didn't want to let her suffer long but didn't want to have her drug off and chewed up. I returned a few hours later around lunch and found her in the pen with a blanket covering her and a warm light over the top of her. I noticed a large brown sack on the step and a note " Saw your turkey hurt patched her up and sent antibiotic's good luck" the neighbor had set that bird up really well. I went out and gave her a big shot of Penicillin and a syringe of water down the ol' gullett well she made it the night and the next day changing out the wound dressing with the biggest Kotex I had ever seen. That bird made it three years after healing up, laid a few eggs and ended up with a good life. When I would leave for a few days I would ask my buddy Jimmy to watch the birds and feed them. They were so tame they would eat out of your hand if you were ready for it and not shy, Jimmy he was a bit shy the first time he came in to feed he was attacked by the South Park gang, Both turkey's all ready for chow, bum rushed him into the corner. He would joke about it later and Id the gang as the same birds as on south park and just as animated. As I hear the clucking and putting of the turkey I think of many resilient animal's and people who have come into my life and the things they have given me. Not thing's,gold or possessions that you look at but the internal gravy that makes you warm inside on a cool crisp rainy day. Have a great day, live long and sip coco :{)