Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Deserter...

Went out for the dawn run with wee Willie. As is my compulsion I made my bed before leaving. Wore a loud orange tee, it's dove season in the back of beyond.  It was still fairly early when we got back.  I had made coffee in my trusty French press before I left the house, so off to the kitchen to get a cuppa, and do some admiring on my kitchen cabinets remodel from the day before.  
It had been a battle to keep Dad from doing it. I had erred by telling him I was going to reverse the way a couple of the cabinets opened. (Who ever the carpenter was that put in those cabinets when mom & dad built this house never had to function in a kitchen.) Turned my back and there Dad was (with my drill mind you) getting ready to climb on a step ladder. "Oh Heck No!  You can supervise to your heart's content, but I'm doing it."  Worked out well, and this morning Dad had positioned himself so that when the home helper came he had a ring side seat to watch her practically rip off the doors trying to open them from the now wrong side...
Got back to my room, which is a work in progress for sure. (Seriously, who the hell puts white carpet throughout a house in RED Bluff.) Looked around for Willie, no dog. Searched through the house, no dog. Checked outside, no dog. Damn, I know I'm a bit cranky from lack of sleep but to have my dog desert me...


Monday, August 25, 2014

Water hazzard...

How hard can it be... Five times I have gone fishing with Dad, and I forget to say the "please God let Dad catch a damn fish" prayer before we get started. Maybe I should leave out the damn part.
 
C had returned from new squirrel vetting in DC and a vacation with the wife, so he came along. Turns out he is a great deal more into first class accommodations than we can provide.
We launched and I was driving down river when the motor started sounding strange, and then died, dead.  While C was tinkering with the motor, with Dad giving directions, the viking was paddling for a gravel riffle near shore against a 6 mph current.
A blown fuse, which was replaced with the emergency fuse, which promptly blew. Short somewhere! C decides he will walk out to a road, call a friend for a ride back to the boat dock and send someone to get us.
I get Dad situated and as shaded as possible, while holding the boat in place. A couple of hours of standing in knee deep cold water was doable.  I spent the time listening to Dad's tales, and turning over rocks to see what creatures there were, found my first leach, some hellgrammites, and assorted other creatures I did not know. Watched salmon jump and a falcon hunt across the river from us. He was amazing to watch, but having no luck either.
A guide boat came by and said to call the sheriff's dept, and they would send someone to tow us back up river to the dock. Hello, why didn't we think to do that. I got on my cell and called the sheriff's dept. and a short time later the Sgt shows up with their boat, and tows us back to the dock.  The Sgt was great, as it was not an easy thing to keep his boat in position and to get the tow line tied off from our boat in that current.  
Against Dad's directive, I had untied the anchor from the line before hand. It would not have been nice to put a ding in the sheriff's boat or the Sgt. by throwing the line with the 20# anchor still attached.
C had caught a ride with friends, and met us at the dock.  We put ol ugly back on the trailer and headed home. Ol ugly is now resting comfortably in the boat hospital getting a complete overhaul.
As for C, he does not appear anxious to go with us next time, geez, where is his sense of adventure... 

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Cash Cow Witness...


Today, a month and a half after I requested it, I finally had my meeting/interview with the RBPD Lt., in the 2nd step to a CCW permit. I had previously filled out all the extensive paperwork and filed it with the RBPD.  
I will say Lt and his aide were nice, friendly and liked my little Sig (I was a bit concerned, as Lt seemed to fondle the little Sig an unnecessary length of time, while whispering "sweeet..."). Oh yes, I can permit no more than three firearms, and each has to be in my name only.
Now I have to wait another two weeks to get the live scan done by the TCSO via appt, then wait for those reports to come back, then back I go to the RBPD to get the "Good Faith" letter that says I can take the required course by a RBPD approved instructor.  (that course is scheduled by the independent instructor). Certified courses taken prior to the Good Faith letter do not count. After the course is completed, the course cert. goes to the RBPD, where the Chief of Police reviews it and decides whether or not he will issue the permit.  In other words, I can complete all of the requirements and pay nearly $500 to get to this point and still be denied a permit.
I went into this knowing it was not necessarily going to be an easy or inexpensive process, but this, this is more of a cash cow scam than anything...

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Just for kicks...

 
As much as I love boots, I only have three pair. One old pair I bought a long time ago, 


one pair that are beat up hand me downs from a grand, and one pair that where giveaways from a friend that didn't fit her.
So there I was sorta look'n on line for a new pair of kicks, and I saw them, a pair of Lucchese's!  I had a pair of Lucchese boots in high school (sold one of my calves to pay for them). They lasted me til my second baby was born, and there just wasn't anything left of them.
Boots are just boots, but these drew me like a magnet, they did! Just a picture of them was all I saw,  so I clicked through to the catalog page they were on. Well dammit, they are sold out!  How can that be?  Where is the spec page for these awesome boots?  



Oh there it is... well no wonder they are all sold out.  Who doesn't have $1875 just lay'n around. 
You can only wear one pair of boots at a time, three pair is plenty.