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Friday, January 17, 2025
It's the Little Things
Thursday, January 16, 2025
Retirement, Day 16
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Wednesday, January 15, 2025
The Sting of Winter
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Mládshiy serzhánt³ Ustin Rodionovich Kazankov wiped his runny nose on the back of his sleeve. His greatcoat was so filthy he doubted anyone would notice. He cocked an eyebrow when two of his three men re-joined the squad.
Leutnant Jürgen von Lüttwitz watched his men closely as they pulled back from the front line. The battalion was going into reserve, division command was trying hard to give the men time off the line, but casualties were high so the respite would be brief.
Tuesday, January 14, 2025
A New Year
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Every muscle in Stephen Hernandez's body was aching. He was used to hard work but the twenty mile forced march with full gear was much harder than he had expected. Along with the other members of his training platoon he was down on one knee, wheezing like an old man.
Monday, January 13, 2025
It's another Manic Monday
My apologies to the Bangles.
Well....This was a heck of a week. Not quite as "heck of a week" as it was from Dallas north to the North Pole, but heckish enough.
Woke up Friday to 33 degrees, a lot of rain and a wind chill in the teens. Got 2 1/2 inches of rain that day. Normally, that's a cause for celebration. We had to wait for that party opportunity while asking the Lord to keep it from freezing. Nobody and I mean NOBODY, knows how to drive on ice especially not Texans. Fortunately, the weather guessers had given enough early warning and we had stocked up last Monday. Went to HEB Friday midmorning for a few "nice to have things" to put on our shelves (that's my secret phrase for Wine). Suffice it to say there wasn't a lot of food stuff on any of the shelves.
Yes, Beans, there was a good supply of wine. No beer though, this IS Texas.
Got through Friday and Saturday, didn't have to, nor want to go anywhere.
Sunday, woke up at 6 to go to early Mass (0730), cold as all get out, a little frost on the wind screen, but the roads were dry and ice free. Not hard to find a pew at church though. Got out of church and the highly accurate truck thermometer read 45, so maybe the worst has past.
One can hope...and pray!
So, juvat, enough bitchin' about the weather, it sucked all over.
No more weather bitchin' Aye!
We've passed a large stumbling block in the last week or so. We've hired a broker and have started the process of selling the property. Mrs J's bout with the Big C was the final straw. Living in the country with an excellent "See 'em comin'" view was wonderful over the past 25 years. However, the realities of getting older and the potential need to get to a hospital or worse get somebody to come and take you to a hospital in time to make a difference, rules against living in the country. So...since there are a lot of people moving here from a state out west and seem to have quite a lot of cash they need to invest lest Uncle Sam claim quite a bit of it, we decided to talk to a broker.
We were very surprised (on the happy side) when he quoted what he thought a fair price range would be. Should that come to fruition, we will be able to afford a bottle of wine or two. Yes, Doctor H, in moderation, in moderation.
But, we've got a lot of work to do, cleaning junk out of places we had completely forgotten about, The realtor was quite adept at finding them and pointing them out. Apparently the reproduction rate of junk is much, much greater than that of Rabbits.
Quicher Bitchin', juvat!
Enough bitchin', Aye Sarge.
So, we're going to lease a large dumpster (one that gets picked up on the back of a truck) and start loading it up. Maybe we should also hire an archeologist in case we've got some ancient Incan artifacts, who knows?
The other, equally big and time consuming, project is what are we going to move into? We intend to move to the College Station area, which is about 200 miles east of our current location. MBD, The Rev, MG and Leon' live there. That's the Family we need to be close to, just in case. (Little J, LJW and Miss B are stationed overseas, so not an option.). We'd like to be somewhat out of the city, but not too far. We'd also like to have a bit of acreage so we can keep the horses, as well as the 5 dogs and two cats.
To complicate matters, there's probably going to need to be an interim rental house to live in between selling (and more importantly closing on) our current house and closing on our new property. The 2 horses, 5 dogs and two cats gang also adds to that complication.
So...a lot of pondering gonna go on as we get ready for this transition.
It also seems like PCS'ing in the Military was a heckuva lot easier than moving as a civilian. I could be wrong, but it sure doesn't seem like I am.
Finally,
Just because I know this guy and sang a lot of his songs, including this one, as a member of the Juvat Boys Choir. That famed (maybe infamous) organization provided musical entertainment/roasting at going away dinners at Kunsan. Good Times!
So, for your musical enjoyment, "Ain't no Fighter Pilots down in Hell" By Dick Jonas. Enjoy!
Peace out y'all!
Sunday, January 12, 2025
Jumping the Gun?
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Saturday, January 11, 2025
Christmas, 1941
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Paddock saw his Mom's eyes glistening in the light of the family Christmas tree. She was happy to see her only son, but she was sad as well. She knew that her much loved child might have to go to war, and soon.