There you go. One year older. One would think that at some point in a persons life counting birthdays woould become meaningless – except as an understanding tool for increasing insurances rates and the turning of shoulders from the “younger” crowd.
Still, one counts them.
And on Memorial Day at that.
My mail box post was delivered, the rail road tie, and then taken away again. Renter did the swap for the real one when I jumped him about the massive timber being over kill. I’ll get the real one this evening.
Now all I must do is wait for the area post mistress to come survey the local routes and approve a placement. I hope she has common sense and allows me to place it to the east of the house.
I’ve noticed that dra-mama has basically the same problem he chastised Bush for. Dra-mama’s problem in Nigeria is the same as Bush’s with captives: ;Now that you have them what are you going to do with them.
I mean, dra-mama knows where the girls are, but how’s he going to get to them? He can tell someone else and tell the world we found them. He can pull Russia and go get them, probably kill half or better as the Russians did in the theater hostage freeing. Or, he can simply walk away.
We might have been better off if we had ignored the whole thing.
From the reaches,