This batch of Alberta is driving me indoors, probably for the entire day and more. Only the messy pile of firewood around the burner gives me cause to smile after looking at the thermometer (+2) and knowing this is about as good as it will get for at least three days.
I suppose this is as good a time as any to catch up on paperwork and get this cluttered cabin shaped up, but depressing self-knowledge suggests that the Master of Camp J will more likely start looking for a book which demands reading. Probably won't have any visitors anyway, especially fussy ones. They'll stay home and dust.
The other alternative is to (expensively) fire up the Knipco out in the shop and start repairing Ruger's work on the .22/.45.
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The efforts to locate the owner of Little Miss No-Name have yielded no results. We'll give it another day or two, then start dreaming up a name for her. I've been considering "Sarah." When a liberal chick asks, I can say she's named for the Brady lady. Otherwise Palin.
Naaah, probably not.
1 comment:
"I've been considering "Sarah." When a liberal chick asks, I can say she's named for the Brady lady. Otherwise Palin."
How about saying you named her after Sarah Conner, from the "Terminator" movies? Sounds to me like she's a survivor.
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