Random Mutterings...

(Source. Yeah, for the painting not the dialog.)

Complaints, Gripes, Misgivings, Whines and The Like...

(That was the original title. I thought it a bit long.)

Okay, I actually did feel like posting something for Thursday (which is what you're reading) but no, it's not another Napoleonic post. Though I am in the mood. But not today. Sorry.

(Source, yup painting, not dialog.)

I find myself muttering and grumbling to myself lately. Perhaps it a sign of my advanced curmudgeonliness, or maybe I am, as some have said, just a grouchy asshole at times. (Note that I didn't say "cranky" Joe. Is it Shark Week already?)

So guy is driving and talking on his cellphone, rolls up to a stop sign perpendicular to moi, looking the opposite way, braking at the very last moment. Scares the bejesus out of me. Makes me mutter oaths, imprecations, and harsh critiques of his parentage. I hate that.

Lady and her kid waiting at the crosswalk. I, being Joe Good Citizen, stops so that she and the lad can cross the street. (No, I have no idea why they wanted to get to the other side. I'm sure they had their reasons.) Three cars coming the other way, none of them stop. I blew my horn at the second one, again muttering oaths, imprecations, and harsh critiques of (this time) her parentage. Third car is another Richard-head on a cellphone who, after hearing the blare of the mighty Element horn, waves at the lady en passant, as if that makes everything okay. Again, the muttering continues, curses are called down, Angle-Saxon epithets are hurled into the ether and life goes on. (Yes, mother and child did cross the road, Yours Truly received a small wave of gratitude which also seemed to say, "Gee, aren't people assholes?" Why yes, yes they are. Well, some of them anyway.)

As I continue down the boulevard towards my humble dwelling I continue to mumble, mutter, and curse (sotto voce of course). At this point I realize that the post I had started just wouldn't do.

(Source, you know the drill.)

Ah, no Monsieur L'Empereur, that post was not about you. It was semi-political, sort of, but I ran out of gas very quickly. Lately all I can say about politics is one of three things:

1. Trump said what? Is he trying to lose?
2. Hillary thinks she should be President because she's a woman? It's her turn? This is what happens when everyone gets a trophy.
3. Shut up Obama, just shut up.

Yeah, riveting and insightful stuff innit?

No.

So I mumble, I complain, I piss and moan. Pardon my French. But I'm fine really...

One last thing, Juvat sent me this in a text, Wednesday morning...

Wish you were here!

Yes, he's at the Air Force Museum out in Ohio. Yes, there will be an after action report. He sent a couple more photos, a Spit and a Mossie, I'll let him share those with you.

After swapping a bit of banter, I went back to work.

Sobbing quietly.

No, I am not jealous.

Not at all.

Well, maybe a little.