Monday, December 23, 2019
Stupid on a budget
Lost my EDC knife yesterday (day before yesterday as I write this), the one with the seatbelt (shroud line) cutter and window breaker.
I was busy as hell yesterday (the real yesterday as I write this) and there were several occasions when I needed that thing! I had to cut tubing to drain a fuel tank, then cut more tubing to fix the fuel line, then cut parachute cord to lash some stuff down, then cut tape to open packages and cut more tape to close packages -- the list just went on and on.
Then last evening I reached into my starboard/forward trouser pocket and found my EDC knife where it had been all along. I always keep it in the port/forward pocket, but I swapped it out the day before yesterday because I was keeping change separate from my own change while running errands for Mom. Never put the knife back where it belonged. Then when I reached for the damme thing later, in the port/forward trouser pocket where I always keep it, and it wasn't there, I couldn't muster up the cognitive ability to check the other pocket, where I had good reason to check given the change separation which had happened only a few hours previously.
Stupid on a firetrucking budget!
There. I feel more better now.
Yesterday was a bit of a, oh, I don't know, just not optimal. I was a bit ill all day with some kind of stomach upset. I wanted to blame it on the food my sister-in-law prepared for our "ersatz Christmas meal" Saturday evening, because that would tickle my own perverse funny bone. She is such a great cook and so meticulous and would have died of embarrassment if she accidentally made someone ill. It would have really been funny to blame it on her, but only if she could take and understand the joke in the spirit it was offered, and it would be wrong of me to expect that, so, funny or not, I didn't go there. Besides, I was already feeling a bit ill before the meal, so no chance at all it was her food.
And truth be told, we did have a funny about her food anyway. She made a salad with EU sprouts and pomegranate seeds and various other things.
It was very tasty and i enjoyed it a lot, queasy or not. As we were eating Mom asked her if those were Pomeranian seeds in the salad, which started a huge gigglefest at the table -- with Mom leading the giggling!
High goofiness (no actual "highness" involved!).
Bit of Christmas light cheer (still light outside so look close!).
On to today. Feeling better. Not perfect, but better.
Cows. Who'da thunk it?
Did my draining water trick work? Kinda-sorta.
South pasture glacier.
And now, time to go set gates and get ready to move cows tomorrow. Better get this posted up or I'll never get it done.
Be well and enjoy the blessings of liberty.