Abort puttering

A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. And when an artesian well pops up in the driveway AND registers on a man's water meter, a man's gotta dig. With luck, the first hole hits the leak. When stars misalign, a second hole is necessary.

Water is now restored to the Commandant's quarters.

Puttering is to resume forthwith.

Here's mud in your eye

When a troubled youth with a knife decided he wanted Caleb's stuff, our man reacted with a java toss and followed up with sterner stuff. Go see Caleb.

(H/T to Tam)

Putter

That doesn't refer to the golf stick that makes people cuss. It's the verb form and the activity I intend to pursue today. Puttering is important. It helps a fellow find things -- pocket knives, the three-screw Single Six, a letter he meant to answer in August and didn't, and probably some stuff he even forgot he lost.

Nothing new here

It's just that I suddenly realized I haven't bitched about it before.

An area hardware chain is hawking antifreeze as "50-50" (half water) as though it a very special thing. Ready to pour, y'know. Price is $4.95 per gallon. Full-strength stuff is $5.95. Water being somewhat profitable at c. 1.95 per gallon, you just know that Bomgaars is solidly behind the NEA and others dedicated to producing a dumber America.