The road to perdition

I intend to go fishing for suckers once the temp hit 50F or 10 Canadian. It may be a few days yet.

 

I spent half the day at mom's.

One of her neighbors is an instructor in a law school. I sent him a link to the video over at Vern's Stories.The video is from a Zoom court proceedings and the prosecutor had the presence of mind to deduce that the person accused of domestic abuse was in the house with the victim. Kudos to the prosecutor and a big atta-boy to the judge for taking her intuitions seriously. 

 "Mr Piece of Garbage, please walk outside and show me the front of your house, including the street number"

"Golly, Mr Your Homie...I would but my battery is almost dead...."

Then I ran into another of her neighbors. His garage door was open. I saw some paintings and an easel. His work will be featured in the near future.

Once back home it was a little bit of this and little bit of that. The "soft maple" are pollinating and I can feel it in my eyes. I heard spring peepers in some of the potholes.

One of my aggravations is that Kubota decided to turn my half of the garage into his man-cave. He moved my "junk" into various, random places. Now I cannot find anything.

So I looked for "stuff". Pruned a few pear trees (topping them out at about 10'). I tried to move some woodchips but the pile was still frozen about six inches down. Looked for more stuff.

Finally, I took my reloading gear over to a friend's house and started him down the path to perdition. I felt like a dope. I got over there and had forgotten the dies for the 2777 Lazerlips Needlenose Deerionizer. He is pretty excited about reloading. His eyes lit up when I told him that everybody I know reloads in blocks of 100 since most bullets and and primers come in that size box. 100 2777 Lazerlips Needlenose Deerionizers must have seemed like a HUGE number to him.

I did not tell him about reloaders who shoot competitively or who favor 9mm or 40 S&W. They tend to reload in thousands and tens-of-thousands.

He was not too bummed. He was whipped. He had been working in the woods. He and his bride plan to move "up north" in a few years and he had an opportunity to work in a business acquaintance's wood lot with payment "in kind". In this case, the payment would be in rough sawn wood suitable for purlins in a pole building.

The last bit of conversation we had regarded the political trajectory of the country. I offered the opinion that we were turning into Italy. We have two economies, two sets of laws, two everything.

We have the official, for-show set and then we have the under-the-table ones that we actually use. There are costs associated with running multiple sets of books (for instance), but it is one of the few soft-landing scenarios out there. It might be something to aim for.