TSCLT 12.0: The pantheon hates a pussy 2.0

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Home. Stopped at the vegibble stand on the way home and scored some maters. The first one is decent. I also scored a cantaloupe. Not a big fan of this particular farmer as a human. Bit of an asshole. No matter if his stuff is good.


It's gonna be a quiet night around here tonight. Wat is kinda bushed.


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Happy Wednesday!!! Slept okay, but after yesterday's workout, I reckon that's not surprising.


I'm looking at a car that a guy is selling for a guy - anvil, of course - and he can't/won't open the hood so's I can see what the engine is. I'm beginning to suspect that he might post here.


Should have wood butchers today, and the duct guys.


After coffee, thanks be to Allah . . . .


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What's not to like???


I cut up the melon tonight after work. I was eyeballin' those maters, too. Summer is great for vegetarianism.


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My garden didn't do much this season. The weather was a hoar. I'll have to buy some romas for canning. Buying tomatoes... can you imagine such a thing?

I don't know if I should blame Covid or Climate Change. It gets confusing what the culprit for all of the planet's ills is.
 
Yeah, I cunt agree more. Blame the Orange Orangutan. Complete with the cutesy insult/name. You could toss in a "motherfucker" for good measure if you so saw fit. Just because. And the OO tooken the trap, too.


We have some work going on here today. Found a plumber's fuck-up which will need to be attended to. I know, who would have thought such a thing? So far so good, and it's starting to feel like we'll really get this thing done next month after all.


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Home. Cut another tomato. Not sure what will be next.


Feels like we're gettin' somethin' goin' on the jobsite, thanks be to Allah.


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How Fortunate the Man with None​

By: Bertolt Brecht​



You saw sagacious Solomon
You know what came of him,
To him complexities seemed plain.
He cursed the hour that gave birth to him
And saw that everything was vain.
How great and wise was Solomon.
The world however did not wait
But soon observed what followed on.
It's wisdom that had brought him to this state.
How fortunate the man with none.

You saw courageous Caesar next
You know what he became.
They deified him in his life
Then had him murdered just the same.
And as they raised the fatal knife
How loud he cried: you too my son!
The world however did not wait
But soon observed what followed on.
It's courage that had brought him to that state.
How fortunate the man with none.

You heard of honest Socrates
The man who never lied:
They weren't so grateful as you'd think
Instead the rulers fixed to have him tried
And handed him the poisoned drink.
How honest was the people's noble son.
The world however did not wait
But soon observed what followed on.
It's honesty that brought him to that state.
How fortunate the man with none.

Here you can see respectable folk
Keeping to God's own laws.
So far he hasn't taken heed.
You who sit safe and warm indoors
Help to relieve our bitter need.
How virtuously we had begun.
The world however did not wait
But soon observed what followed on.
It's fear of god that brought us to that state.
How fortunate the man with none.


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Happy Thursday!!! Slept very well. So did the cats, but they always do. I'm up, the indoor cats are fed, coffee is on and the first cup is underway. Dishes are done, without feline help. It's trash pick-up day, but there's not much here, so it can wait in the bin until it's added to and we can always put that out next week.


Yeah, guns have triggers. Guns trigger some people to lose what little minds they have. Maybe this weekend. It's been busy here lately. Maybe a PM.


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There is an old pony in a big pen by the barn. He has no real purpose. No kids ride him, he is not a companion to another old horse.

We have no history together. He came into my life by happenstance. There are no fond, warm fuzzy memories. I owe him nothing. But he’s polite and kind, and nickers to me as I come out the door in the morning.

He eats a princely sum of special food, and has a premium round bale of irrigated grass that the other horses can only dream of. His water is fresh, and warmed in the winter. I’ve gone out there late at night to make sure he has food, and he’s the first thing I attend to after morning coffee.

Why? Why not send him to the sale where ‘someone’ will want him? At 40 cents a pound, he’d be worth a nice steak dinner and drinks in town. They’ll load him on a truck with 30 other old ponies and horses, and somewhere down that line, if he doesn’t fall from his bad knee and get trampled in the transport, he will become dog food.

There’s a bum calf in our scale house on this cold frosty night. He’s little and scrawny, with poop stuck to his butt, and a bit of a runny nose. There’s a heater in there keeping the temp above freezing. In the morning I’ll make him a bottle of warm milk replacer and try to convince him to eat some of the pony’s special food. Bob will clean his little house and put down fresh bedding. It would be easier to have left him in the field with the 500 bigger, stronger calves, to steal milk from the occasional tolerant cow, to eventually freeze to death and feed the coyotes that lurk about the herd for just such an opportunity.

There is a wild kitten in the barn who most likely jumped off a utility truck a while back. We’ve been leaving food just for him, and making sure the heated water bowl is full, so he doesn’t have to go outside and perch precariously on the horse waterer to drink.

I guess we sound like saps, the old cowboy and I. Sort of wimpy and un-ranch like.

I guess we are. But at our age, with certain infirmities starting to creep into our daily routines, and the realization that we are not perfect, we are thinking that kindness is a virtue and care is our purpose.

Care of not just the healthy robust animals that make money and pay the bills, but care of everything we are capable of caring for - those creatures that, like us, are in need of a bit more attention to get through the day.

We didn’t go about seeking these creatures- they came to us and landed here not of their own choosing, or ours. But here they are, and off I go to town to a business that provides enough to buy the expensive milk replacer, premium hay, and special pony food.

There may be some karma in all this, or maybe not, but in the end we’ll know we did the best we could for those that needed us.

Peace. Really, I mean it.


Wat takes them in.


All of them . . . .
 
Here on the jobsite. The core drilling guys are here getting their stuff knocked out. I thought that the wood butchers had bailed early yesterday, and they sure as all diddlefuck did. So I called the head butcher and he told me that the PM-to-be had told him to have his guys go to the other job. Guess who didn't make that call? I could just about throttle the little motherfucker, so it's best that he ain't here.


Must be the will of Allah . . . .


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