Sunday, October 31, 2010

All Hallows Eve

And this post has nothing to do with goblins, witches, ancient Pagan celebrations, trick-or-treaters, black cats, or haughty religious types who condemn anything and everything to do with this day.

No, I'll just do the usual and share my thoughts about things.

I don't read it regularly since I live in Kansas but I'm willing to bet the January 2011 issue of Texas Monthly (every January features their "Bum Steer" awards) will declare either Jerry Jones or the Dallas Cowboys franchise as their "Bum Steer of the Year." Why? You know why.

Not only that, but you can't have Rick Perry being the top award winner every year.


Walked up from the basement to get my second cup of coffee this morning and was greeted with a view of a whitetail doe in my backyard, helping herself to what remains of the garden.

Just like the hunters she too is getting ready for the rut.


Speaking of hunting the pheasant season opening day is less than two weeks away. I was thinking about this just the other day (hey, I don't think about it ALL the time--I have other interests too). If I get only one bird this year it will be an improvement over last year.

One bird. After that everything else is gravy.

Hmmmmmm, gravy with a roasted bird sounds pretty good.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Frost on the Pumpkin


Last Friday I drove to Nebraska and the thermometer was over 90. Had to turn on the AC. In early October. In this area. What the hey???

Last night, though, little pockets of frost. And I noticed tonight as I was taking the raked leaves to the curb that it was getting chilly fast.

Time to break out the long sleeves and start brewing some decaf in the evenings!


You know you're getting old when:

You go to a classic car show and the second prize winner is a 1979 Pontiac Trans Am.


Saw a lovely sight last Friday morning. I took the day off from work, and instead engaged in a fair amount of yard work. After finishing the tasks I got all the clippings together and hauled them off to the landfill.

After turning off the main highway I slowed down and, sure enough, there were four pheasant roosters getting ready to cross the road.

Season's just a little over a month away.