Endless Ends

I thought of this while watching the storm tide wash ashore overnight. Pretty sure Fiona would refine some of what Dr. Tyson is explaining.
Oh, no! I didn't realize the US mainland was experiencing much effect yet from the storm.

I hope you're not under too much threat.


We've seen nothing this year, in spite of being smack in the middle of of peak hurricane season.
 
Oh, no! I didn't realize the US mainland was experiencing much effect yet from the storm.

I hope you're not under too much threat.


We've seen nothing this year, in spite of being smack in the middle of of peak hurricane season.
Just heavy surf and rip currents at the Outer Banks and the capes. Crazy wind blowing in off the ocean. You can barely cast a line into it.
First-wortld problems, but we deal with it a lot here. The beach erosion is what we dread when these storms churn without coming ashore.
 
Just heavy surf and rip currents at the Outer Banks and the capes. Crazy wind blowing in off the ocean. You can barely cast a line into it.
First-wortld problems, but we deal with it a lot here. The beach erosion is what we dread when these storms churn without coming ashore.
Ah. Yes, here the issue is flooding. Direct hits can be catastrophic, of course, but the prevalence of flooding due to nearly uncontrolled building and careless planning is nearly as bad.

It's a nightmare. 🤦‍♀️
 
We have more inland flooding. The coastal issues are houses on the water and the morons who built them, and the sand displacement that we have to pay for year after year. We have a bad one every two or three years. This year has been eerily storm-free.
 
Except for a half dozen railroad ties who will simply not succumb to my blandishments, the fence is down. As is about a mile of barbed wire on an entirely different enclosure.

(For those of you who appreciate the occasional anthropomorphism, Barb is the the Mean Girl of the farm social strata.)

I decided to reward my physical exhaustion with a half a stout. Which, naturally, I don't have.

*heads to Duck Duck Go*

Low and behold, there is a tiny liquor store in the tiny nearest town.

*heads out*

As I pull into the parking lot, I am surprised - and that's putting it mildly 😂 - at the site of a tractor tootling down the main drag. It pulls in behind me. The driver slides out and nods politely in my direction as he passes.

Overcoming my surprise, I bolt into the store, because now, suddenly, at the end of a physical grueling several days, the only thing that matters is knowing what this elderly gentleman is purchasing. :p

Shiner.

A six pack.

Gotta appreciate a man who buys local. 😎
 
I must say, regarding the above, that I'm left with questions.

-Where was his car?
-Was this some kind of emergency?
-Is it legal to drive a tractor through town?
-Does he always drive the tractor to the liquor store?

I fear I will remain answerless....
 
I must say, regarding the above, that I'm left with questions.

-Where was his car?
-Was this some kind of emergency?
-Is it legal to drive a tractor through town?
-Does he always drive the tractor to the liquor store?

I fear I will remain answerless....
I'm curious where on his tractor he placed his purchases for the trip back. In the bucket?
 
Enny: "(For those of you who appreciate the occasional anthropomorphism, Barb is the the Mean Girl of the farm social strata.)"

https://pbs.twimg.com/media/DnjrFi3X4AA4mYe?format=jpg&name=small

Well you can't say she doesn't give you fair warning . . . :D
Barb is a b**ch. :D

I'm curious where on his tractor he placed his purchases for the trip back. In the bucket?
I do not know.

There was another elderly gentlemen between us in line. He spent some little time chatting up the proprietress. By the time I got out, whoosh, the tractor in all its yellow glory had vamoosed.

The lack of knowledge haunts me. :p
 
Dagnabbit!

I have a spot of poison ivy on my wrist. :mad:

-Which I didn't notice until about half an hour ago.
-Which I probably got yesterday when clearing the tree felled by lightning.
-Which means I'm now probably covered in the stuff as I worked in the same area today.
-Which is actually worse, as I was hacking through smilax with the brush axe rather than picking up wood.

*wanders off to bathe in poison ivy removal soap*


There are times that I miss my downtown apartment and nice restaurants and wearing my Choos. If I turn out to be covered in poison ivy this is definitely going to be one of those times....
 
Smilax? . . . thought that might be a nickname you gave to Barb . . . who knew there were thorny Greenbriers?

Have you given any thought to the scorched earth policy??
 
There’s poison ivy soap?
Also, isn’t Smilax the gas the Joker sprays on people to make them laugh?
Also, too, and, you covered in Poison Ivy makes me think of other naughty Batman related thoughts. 😉
 
UPDATE

Turns out it is legal to drive a tractor down main street! Or any street. The only requirement being that the driver abides by traffic laws.

This does not require a driver's license.

Which, besides being disturbing, is just plain confusing. And prompts more questions. :unsure:

Like:

Was the reason for driving the tractor because he had no license?
Given the destination, did he lose his license?
Is drunk tractor driving ticektable?

Or, is heading straight from the field to the liquor store just saving a step?


(It is ah-mazing how much time I can waste pondering these things. 😂)
 
Smilax? . . . thought that might be a nickname you gave to Barb . . . who knew there were thorny Greenbriers?

Have you given any thought to the scorched earth policy??
I am currently living that scenario. :p


(The part of Texas I'm in is undergoing a wicked drought. Especially obnoxious given what Florida just experienced.)

There’s poison ivy soap?
Also, isn’t Smilax the gas the Joker sprays on people to make them laugh?
Also, too, and, you covered in Poison Ivy makes me think of other naughty Batman related thoughts. 😉
Tecnu. Supposedly superior at removing that persnickety rash causing oil. We shall see.

As to the rest....

Here is where I lower my market value by admitting my knowledge of the Batman movies is practically nonexistent.

*sobs*

I'm not into that highbrow stuff.

:p
 
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I’m guessing he was on his way back from the field (farms have multiple fields that are not all connected) and he thought he’d grab some booze on his way home (back to the farmhouse).
Perhaps he was being very efficient and gas conscious?
Also how have you lived in Texas all this time and not seen a tractor driving down the road?
Happens here all the time! Also Amish horse and buggies!!! 🐴 🚜

If I were you, I would track him back to his farm—those tractors usually leave a lot of dirt on the road. Go up to his house and ask “Okay, what’s the deal and can I have some of your booze?”
Texans are friendly, right? 🤠
 
Apparently I've led a sheltered life. I'm now embarrassed to say I've never seen an Amish horse and buggy. Horses, yes. Buggy, no.

Track some stranger back to his house and accost him about his driving and drinking habits?

That is an EXCELLENT plan! :p



Except I might be stuck drinking Shiner. Oh, man. :ROFLMAO:
 
I have just been reminded it's officially Halloween month! 🎃

*SQUEALS*

If it wasn't 52 degrees outside I'd be dancing skyclad. Even if it is only a waxing crescent moon.


To pre-prep I watched Dead Again (1991) and Cry of the Werewolf (1944).

Dead Again just because it's a great neo-noir...horror?...supernatural?...mystery?...thriller?...romance.

Cry of the Werewolf because, well, gypsy werewolf princess. :p
 
I’ve never heard of either of those movies. They will be added to my list.

Skyclad dancing under a full moon can turn you into a werewolf. What would a waxing crescent moon turn you into? Try it, you know, for science! 🌙🧐
 
Dagnabbit!

I have a spot of poison ivy on my wrist. :mad:

-Which I didn't notice until about half an hour ago.
-Which I probably got yesterday when clearing the tree felled by lightning.
-Which means I'm now probably covered in the stuff as I worked in the same area today.
-Which is actually worse, as I was hacking through smilax with the brush axe rather than picking up wood.

*wanders off to bathe in poison ivy removal soap*


There are times that I miss my downtown apartment and nice restaurants and wearing my Choos. If I turn out to be covered in poison ivy this is definitely going to be one of those times....
 
I’ve never heard of either of those movies. They will be added to my list.

Skyclad dancing under a full moon can turn you into a werewolf. What would a waxing crescent moon turn you into? Try it, you know, for science! 🌙🧐
Cry of the Werewolf is up your alley, I think. Not particularly good, mind! But, you know, old style horror. 😎

Idk, tonight I noticed the limb looked all murky - due to intersecting one of the larger mares. So, waxing crescent with a murky edge + dancing.

Sounds like a recipe for a wereskunk.

I'll pass. :p
 
Oh hush, Sunny Bunny!

I'm not that bad. :ROFLMAO:

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As an update, it turned out to be a double ant bite rather than poison ivy. :p
 
Is Halloween month.

I now have *counts* twenty-eight days to get my life in order.

No pressure. :p

Smilax? . . . thought that might be a nickname you gave to Barb . . . who knew there were thorny Greenbriers? >
I was thinking about this, and find myself confused.

There are Greenbriers that aren't thorny?
 
Rehab has reached the point of appliance shopping.

One word.

EGAD.

Prices! 🤯

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I had planned to watch Loch Ness Terror (2008). Unfortunately, I couldn't find it streaming.

Enter, instead, Gargoyles' Revenge (2004)! :catroar:

Hold onto your hat. There might, just possibly, be updates. I consider old horror movie reviews a public service.

#publicserviceminded

:p
 
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