By prior agreement, there were no gifts under our tree this year, but most of the people that we care most about were with us, so it was a pleasant Christmas day.
My wife “stripped the bird” and left the remainder sitting out all the next day. She made turkey salad for sandwiches which was (and is) good. Still, when I went to throw the stuff away, both entire wings were still there and a surprising amount of meat left on the carcass. I saw at least enough meat for two good-sized sandwiches. Later, she asked me if I wanted her to throw the rest of the left-overs away. I know she doesn’t like left-overs, but I was raised to believe that waste was sinful, and so was she. Sometimes I just can’t figure her out.
That evening, I took some corn, green beans, mashed potatoes and gravy, mixed it up and zapped it in the micro-wave. I sometimes enjoy a good “garbage plate.” Later, I noticed my wife doing the same thing.
I’m trying to sell the waterbed that I slept on for 15 years, and some know-it-all brat from one of the back-counties offered me a fourth of what I was asking for it (despite the fact that I was only asking a fourth of what I paid for it and it still looks like new). Then he had the nerve to tell me in all caps (This was on Facebook.) that IT IS NOT A WATERBED. I learned a long time ago to ignore morons, so I did.
My wife had a hankering for a certain kind of pie that Sam’s carries, so I gave her the money and told her to go in and get one. She came back pie-less, explaining that they’d doubled the price since last year and she wasn’t about to pay it. I can’t blame her; that’s a little TOO much greed!
I came across a pair of camo pants in my closet that I’d only worn a couple times back about 100 pounds ago. I gave them to the neighbor since I know he hunts. He said he could wear them over his other clothes and draw them up with his belt. He’s a laid-off roofer, so I figure he’ll make good use of them one way or another.
I made a couple wooden blocks to raise the wheel barrow axle up about an-inch-and-a-half. It road so low, that the front would catch on the ground sometimes, especially under a really heavy load. The handles are some kind of jungle wood that seemed softer than my pine blocks when I tightened the bolts. I need to air the tire up some more and then it should be ready to roll again (pun intended). Remember when tools were built to USE instead of just to SELL? It’s a famous brand, too, but that seems to mean nothing these days.
Well, I’ve grumped, therefore, I still am.
I’m about to finish up the fourth book in the Foxfire series and have really enjoyed it. Though there’s a certain amount of useless blather in the books, there’s also a wealth of information for the neophyte prepper or city immigrant to the hill country. © 2013