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Thursday, September 21, 2017

Goose Creek.

Well, we pretty much had the lake to ourselves.

No one around & fishing with the old man is a coin toss. When he is in the zone (and catching fish) he gets serious, but if he is in a...lets just putt around kind of mood, then you in the back of the boat....Well, you have to work hard to catch anything.

I was catching some nice bluegill & he just decided to move on around the bend. (going to be that kind of day) We got out in the deep part of the lake & he hooked into a huge fish. Fought it for awhile as I got out the dip net & then, snap went his line.

I of course, gave him shit. Saying it was just a rock he hooked on the bottom. I never saw it, but my best guess was it was a nice size catfish.

We got off the main channel, because some asshole was running his boat up & down with his old lady & a kid in it, full open. We went in a side channel & they decided to follow us & annoy the shit out of us. So, I went to crank the motor & it was sucking air.

The old man tried & as he took the gas line off, he pulled the brass push pin out & it fell in the motor housing. We were done. He started trolling us back to the dock (we were way out in the lake) I thought I was going to have to break out the paddle, but we made it. As we were heading in, I tried to get the piece out, but watched it roll off into the lake.

About half way to the dock, he tells me that he had it fall out before & he just stuck it back in. (well, that explains why the motor sometimes runs like shit) I didn't say anything, but I was like, lets go to Scenic River & replace this part.

We got there & they had one in stock. When we got back to the parents house, I pulled the top off & replaced the bad one with the new one in like, ten minutes. $35.10 & hooked the hose to the motor & it fired up & ran like new.

I can't fix, what I don't know is broke. But, we will be ready to go again soon. I let the three I had go. Not enough to waste the time cleaning.

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Bismark Lake.

Yesterday, me & Pop spent the day fishing & we got too much sun. Hey, when you're catching fish, you block everything else out & forget that you are on a mirror.

We did pretty well, lots of catfish (can only keep 4) so, I let a lot go. And we caught some bluegill & I got one crappie.

No records, but fresh fish beats store bought any day. Going to do Goose Creek tomorrow.

I was so burnt, that I just kept getting redder as I was going home. When I finally got in, a nice shower & I was done. I went & helped Pop pick up a used scooter that he wants to fix up today & I feel like a well done brat that was left on the grill.

I believe a nice cold shower may make me feel better.

Monday, September 18, 2017

Going fishing...

Trust me, I'm not interested in anything that is going on in the city.

Going to hit the lake in the morning with Pop.

Watched Baby Driver last night & loved what happened to Jamie foxx. Rewind...yeah!, Rewind...yeah!.

Also watched Tom Cruise in the Mummy...Well I'll never get that time back. And Kong, Skull Island. That was probably the best out of the three. It was hokey in parts, but it was cool in others.

Die Mother Fuc.....Splat! rewind...

Whats in your wallet bitch;~)

Sunday, September 17, 2017

St. Louis...

In case you haven't been paying attention, I posted a long time ago (when they pulled down the Confederate Memorial in Forrest Park) That I was done with that shit hole city. (haven't been there since)

So, anything that is going on up there, concerning whatever, I could give a rats ass about. Trying to celebrate a dead heroin dealer, is not anything I would care to get behind & as far as I'm concerned, it can burn to the ground. Me...I'll drink some cold ones & enjoy my family, while the low lifes march & drag that city down.

I could tell you what is wrong with St. Louis these days, but people don't want to hear the truth. They can't handle the truth.... because it isn't politically correct or because it may seem harsh. Well, go ahead & pretend that reality isn't applicable to your perspective of the situation. People like me (and believe me, it is an ever growing number) will simply stay away from a place where this kind of violence is tolerated.

You want to live in a shit hole be my guest. But don't expect me to come there & spend my money or time. Or...expect me to sympathize with your plight. The Rams left & do you really think any major franchise would want to place their business in the middle of a cesspool of cluster fuck that St. Louis has become? I'm guessing that would be a no.

And while the Liberal media won't report it, I have been paying attention to all of the "local" businesses that are closing up & leaving, in case others are not. They have cited other reasons, but the fact remains, they are gone. I fully expect more to follow.

Say what you like, but I have watched my whole life, as St. Louis has been doing nothing but slide in the ditch. It started in the 60's & has been going downhill since. I would be a rich man, if I had a dollar for every time I heard, if we do this, it will revitalize downtown.

Gateway to the West has become...gateway to the ghetto. Now a portion of the truth.;~)

Friday, September 15, 2017

The other day...

I had something in my eye (no, it wasn't my finger) No matter what I tried to do, I just couldn't get it out. It would move around & just bugged the shit out of me.

I'm pretty sure it was an eye lash, but try as I might... I also did everything that fellow "know-it-alls" said to do to, but to no avail. When I got home, I went straight to bed, hoping it would make it's way out as I crashed.

When I woke up, after a good hot shower, blasting the eyeballs.... It started grating on me again as I was halfway to work.

Eventually, around five P.M., it just stopped. Somehow, me pulling my lid & rolling my eye & doing everything but jabbing a spork in it, got it gone. Now, all I could think about during this entire ordeal, was... Lord, please get this out of my eye.

I didn't care about North Korea, fantasy baseball, who was pissing me off, etc. It's amazing how one little lash (if that is what it was) could get me focused on what was my immediate concern at that time. As I was driving to work & kept having this mess with my vision, I also was thinking about Matthew 7:3. “And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?

I laughed, because the beam in my own eye was what I was worried about. But it got me to thinking about how I understand other people & their problems & perspectives on things that they see differently than me. Not that it is going to change my mind about how some folks are seriously screwed up mind you, but it did remind me to pause & think first, before I tell them they are ate up.

Hey, I don't know everything & I'll be the first man to admit it, but I don't need a car to remind me that my kid is still in the backseat.

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

I love the smell....

Of asphalt sealer in the morning.

One of the many jobs I took to support my family through my life, was sealing driveways. (I should do a way back series of posts as to the lousy & decent jobs I have had in my life) Hot tarring roofs was one (I would put my boots in the freezer when I got home) Then, in the morning, I could beat them together & all the frozen tar would just break off & I could slide them on for another day of Hell on a roof.

See, when I smell that old asphalt cooking in the sun, it takes me back to when I was a kid, riding my bike over many a paved lot that was baking in the Summer sun.

Even now, when I go to a certain store & it is in the Summer, that odor takes me back to a more innocent time in my life. As for when I was doing drive ways....We would go to a place on Manchester road & it ran us around a dollar a gallon. Sand was pretty cheap, but the crack sealer was more expensive. That was one job that really didn't take much to get started in. If you didn't have a kettle to haul it, you could always start with a 55 gallon drum.

For some reason, I would always get the drive ways that ran up a damn long hill to the house (ones, no one else was willing to do) I would be the one who had to fill the 5 gallon buckets at the bottom from the kettle & walk up the hill (one in each hand) & dump it, while another guy started spreading it with a squeegee.

The job was demanding on the bucket boy, but I didn't mind the aroma. I kept remembering this movie as I was walking up the hill. But a bucket of that shit was heavy as Hell & I didn't have knives strapped to my arms (thank God)

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

When you start...

To take every day activities for granted...That is when you wind up getting bit in the ass.

Slow down & pay attention. Just because you do something every day, don't get in a comfortable routine that may make you lackadaisical in performing it.

Hey, I came close to slicing my hand last night, changing a bulb that I do every day. Because I was used to the routine. But of course I didn't, because that is what dumb asses do. And everyone knows I'm not a dumb ass, but a smart ass.

I won't say how many things in that clip have happened to me though;~)