Ages Old Draft Clean Up

• It was bound to happen sooner or later: a while back my 15 year old passed a pair of shoes he had outgrown down to me, wait would that be up?


• I love watches and if I had the means confidence is quite high I would own hundreds (at least).


• I gave my childrens great grandfather a nice-ish but, inexpensive pocket watch as a stocking stuffer one year. Twelve plus years later I saw it with his other pocket items on his night stand with evidence of wear (he even reported wearing the chain out and having to replace it).


• Nice feeling. I really didn't know he had appreciated it enough to use it that much and honestly, after I gave it to him don't know that it ever even crossed my mind after that.


• I miss him and my mother like no others in this world.
  

Psst, Want Some Ludes?

Yes that says what you think it says and yes it is a real, full 1970s vintage sample bottle of Quaze. When my sister found it in my mom's belongings she gave it to me as I worked in pharmacy. We made some good natured jokes about mom's high strung nature and left it at that. I could have told you I took them home as I wanted to show a pharmacist I worked with (his mom was placed on Valium back in the day for the sin of telling her doc she was a little nervous one day) but had no independent recall of where they were specifically and could not have found them without turning the house upside down if my life depended on it.

Here is were it gets weird.

On vacation I reached into my bag (a CVC bag I used in Iraq) for something and felt a container I did not pack and pulled this little gem out. The thing is- there isn't a chance I put it there- ever. It had to drift into the outside pocket of that bag by accident while in a box of other crap from the detritus of one of my former lives. 

The trouble is: what if an overzealous cop or an airport screener saw it ? 

Bingo! Book him Danno!, they would say as they wet their little britches in excitement. Cah-rap! I would say as I saw my various endorsements and licenses and freedoms fly out the window.

And then- I would become another statistic in the war on drugs.

Monday's Missives

How to tell if pasketti noodles are done- take a strand and throw it against the cabinet door. If it sticks you're good to go.

• 11/24/2013 My moms first name was Vera- she hated it. 
• It is freezing rain outside. Although it is a ridiculous thought because I would be miserable, I wish I were in a tent somewhere dragging myself out of a sleeping bag.
• The best Army slang for anything? A sleeping bag is called a fart sack. Isn't that the best?

  

  I found this little skull, drilled it out and glued it onto this pencil and gave it to the medical records clerk in my office for Halloween.

  
  

  

  Found in Town Creek. Those are crumbled up soda crackers. 

  
  
  
• 11/23/2013 at 2132 there is a simply awful SYFY movie on called Stonado. The premise seems to be there is a tornado that is full of stones. Said stones explode when they're touched after landing. There are not words for how terrible that movie is. The actors seem mostly competent but literally mortified to be in that abortion of a movie.
• We had passable crepes at the Country Ranch Cafe (I think that is what it is called) on Main street. The coffee was exquisitely terrible though. It was so bad it was interesting to savor the flavor and ruminate over the cup- it even smelled bad.
• Last night (11/22/2013) I went into the attic to oil that screaming turbine. There was a grizzly bear wolverine squirrel face to face with me when I first drug myself up. He was huge. I didn't get a picture but I did get a picture of the sparrow it had torn to shreds and left in front of it's nest. He stretched himself out behind a joist to hide from me after leaving the nest.

  

  Camping pro tip: Shove silk underwear and a beanie into a pair of wool socks and roll them up in your sleeping bag.  They'll make a little pillow when it isn't too cold and be easier to find and be all in spot to get into them easily when it is freezing up in there.

  
  
  
• We went to Copper Creek last night (11/20/2013). The food was good, the atmosphere great and the music awesome. Kirk House was there jamming. We carried the last part of the show with him by making all the requests. I requested Jolene- in the manner of Jack White. He played around with it for a minute but felt like he hadn't practiced it enough to play it publicly. We requested Country Boy Can Survive. He busted out laughing and said, OK, I'll try not to blackify this too much but if I do, don't hold it against me- it just comes natural. He is a good, super talented guy.
• I want  love to walk right up and bite me grab a hold of me and fight me leave me dying on the ground.