Month: October 2011

  • Happy anniversary to us!

     

    Kathy and me, that is.  Just 21 years ago, we drove down  from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, to Winchester, Virginia, with her seven-year old to get hitched by a federal judge.

    Afterwards, we took the kid trick or treating.

    What a long, strange trip it has been.  But hey–thanks for the new life, sweety.

  • kittens (yay!)

    This morning I was  putzing around the cabin, doing some cleaning and getting some new stock inventoried and priced for this weekend’s gun show, when all of sudden I hear this caterwalling coming from Camille, my ginger momcat, who is up on my bed.

    Next thing I know, she is having kittens. This is really unusual–cats usually go through a phase known as nesting behavior before they give birth. Not Camille.

    Anyway, I got out the next box, lined it with some of my clothes so the kittens will know my scent, and got Camille and her two newborns settled in, and pushed the box under the bed.

    Mother and kits were doing fine when I left.

  • Happy birthday. . . .

    I turned 64 last week, and it was one of my happiest–and busiest–b-days ever. (and have been too busy to post about it till now)

    First I zoom thirty miles or so to Palmer DMV to get my drivers license renewed.  I had to take an eye exam, and  was so happy and excited, becuse for the first time in my life, I can drive unrestricted–that is, I don’t have to wear glasses to be legal–another cool effect of this summers cataract surgery.

    I ACED the eye test, and the examiner guy was all smiles by the time we got done, happiness being contagious and all.

    Then back to Wasilla, to shop for my sweety at Safeway and Target and AIH (for Red Devil–that is stuff you put in your wood stove to keep down the creosite, for non-Alaskans). At every stop, I was chatting and joking with other customers and staff–this is something I never used to do, but I have opened up emotionally a lot lately, largely due to the eye surgery and serious transformational psychology work with A Course in Miracles.

    Then back to my place for the stuff in the fridge, then up to Three Bears for more shopping, then I headed north.

    Quick stop at the Willow library for a potty break and some comp time. Then up to my sweety’s to unload her groceries and all, then up to the Sunshine Clinic to get a broken incisor repaired. They gave me a break on the billing–didn’t charge me for all the work, as they know I am on a low budget, God bless’em.

    Finally–back to my place. Took care of the cats, and settled down with a video and some pistachios and a bottle of Martinelli’s sparkling cran-apple juice. Yum!

    Said it before, I’ll say it again–life is good.

    (Thanks again, Kathy!–I owe everything good about me to you–okay, and God.)

  • well, rats!

    I love this state.  There is no other place I would rather live, and I will never leave–unless my corpse gets shipped to some med school outside (I’m a full-body organ donor).

    That said, there is one little drawback to living here that literally makes me scream in frustration at times.  Several times a year, I’ll get a knife catalogue with a special deal in it, and by the time I call the wholesaler on the East Coast, all the good stuff is gone.

    Happened again this morning.  Robert Klaas (formerly Kissing Crane) had this close-out deal on an American-made skinning knife with a camo handle, leather sheath–for $6.99.  I had dreams of getting a few dozen and moving them out  real quick at $20 a pop.  Not gonna happen–I claled first thing this mornign (okay, second thing) and they were all gone.

    Beth, the order-taker, was sympathetic  when I moaned and patient while I leafed feverishly through the catalogue to come up with enough other items to order to get to the $100 minimum.

    Meanwhile–did I tell you about this great deal I have on real Schrade Old Timer fillet knives?