Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

I haven’t used a three ring binder since high school, which was mumbeldy years ago. The fear of pinching my finger in the ring is still strong.

Refrigerators only go on the fritz when you’re out of town. We came home from the ranch (95 degrees? In November? Madness!) and got to play “What’s That Smell??” Someday I will remodel my kitchen and get a Sub Zero.

I am ready for cold weather. Every year I feel less capable of dealing with heat.

I got to do a little shooting this weekend and completely got my confidence back with my deer rifle when I hit the little “X” at 100 yards. I also saw two very nice bucks while hunting, but it was too dark to shoot. One of them had a really interesting rack. I think he was post-mature. It’s probably a good thing I didn’t shoot him, because who wants to butcher a deer in that much heat? I also got to shoot a suppressed .22 pistol and felt like a Mafia member. Because all good Mafia members whack their victims with suppressed .22s, you know. I whacked the hell out of a coke can.

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