Well, according the Farmer’s Almanac and some of the old timers I know, we just may experience a early, colder-than-normal winter. I’m wondering if any of this will be brought on by the hurricane season?
Recently I posted on Facebook about the fact I’m ready for college football and the weather to go along with it. A good friend and retired coworker told me I could stick that cold weather up my butt. I had to explain I was ready for late-October temperatures, NOT winter weather. She understood my sentiment after that. Unfortunately, we may not have much of a Fall season this year. Fall is my favorite time of the year, mainly because here in Texas we get to enjoy cooler temperatures after a usually hot summer, (American) football, Halloween, Thanksgiving and leaves turning colors. I’m not a polar bear. I’m not a fan of winter. Old football and wrestling injuries come back to haunt me and I just generally don’t like being out-and-out cold.
I guess Ned Stark was right. Winter IS coming.
I’m so over all the interruptions and intrusions to my creative process. Ready to get something written.
“Just walk away.” Yep, that’s what Humongous said to Mad Max and the rest of the good guys in The Road Warrior regarding the gasoline in the refinery.
For those who don’t remember or may not have seen the movie, there was a gas shortage that made the fuel one of the most precious commodities on the planet. Well, folks, according to FEMA, thanks to Hurry Harvey, Texas gas stations may experience fuel shortages this upcoming Labor Day weekend.
Now, I’m not saying to grab your shotgun, strap on a set of football shoulder pads and you and your dog jump into the last of the V8 interceptors to live out next weekend as a post-apocalyptic survivor. What I am going to say is you might want to buy yourself a large fuel container and stock up on a few extra gallons of gas to get yourself and your loved ones through the potential rough patch.
Oh, and get yourself a box or two of shotgun shells while you’re at it if so behooves you.
I was in my local Wal-Mart this morning to pick up some photos my younger son and I dropped off yesterday for developing and I was perusing the men’s t-shirt department and I got the bright idea to see what it would cost to create my own t-shirt design featuring the Chaos Star so I could visually pledge my allegiance to the Ruinous Powers.
I walked around adding up in my head what it would cost to get all the supplies and I eventually decided that with a blank shirt, paint, letter stencils and so on and so forth, I would only save $3 compared to what I would spend by ordering an already printed one off the internet. Granted, if I went ahead and created my own, it would quite likely be a one of a kind, but that’s not at the top of my priority list. There’s too many things to do right now before I take time to make a t-shirt I really don’t need.
Thank you to all those who are helping folks in the Houston area.
Ok, here’s the deal, y’all. I’m in a mood for some rain. I know, I know, if I really want rain, why don’t I just go to the Gulf Coast and get in on some of Hurricane Harvey’s action? Well, I’m only off for two days and I don’t want to die just yet.
Anyway, the reason I want some rain is to set the mood for some inspiration for a story I’ve been trying to write for a few months now. Imagine it’s raining. Hard. Late at night. You and your hombres are out there in it . . . waiting. Something is headed towards your position, but you don’t know quite what it is yet. All you can see is something, lots of somethings, darting just out of eyesight when the lightning flashes. You can’t hear any sounds save the rain and thunder. What are you going to do?
That, friends and neighbors, is the story I want to write and why I want a storm. If it doesn’t rain? Well, I’ll go to YouTube and pull up a rain video and turn it up loud. I also have some printed images of nighttime rain to look at.
Time to set the mood.
I originally intended for this blog to exclusively feature my fictional short stories and musings regarding said tales, but sometimes I feel like writing about other things that cross my mind.
The other day I was doing an inventory and inspection of my archery equipment and while doing so I ended up taking a stroll down memory lane.
Decades ago I was heavy into archery. So much so that my mother and sisters joked that I single-handedly kept Cabela’s and Gander Mountain catalog companies operational through my archery equipment purchases. When I was 18 years old I was living in Grand Prairie, Texas. On Highway 303 a sporting goods store opened. I waited a few weeks until the crowds died down before I opted to shop there. One particular morning I went in there fully intending to spend about $10 and no more than $25 on new archery equipment.
I took about four steps inside the front door of the store and this cute little gal about my age greeted me with the biggest, prettiest smile I had seen in a long time. She walked me around showing me items that were on sale and I followed her around like a lost puppy dog. By the time she was done with me I had a gigantic shopping bag stuffed with things I didn’t even need. I had spent $175 in there, and that was in the mid-1980’s when that amount of money would be $300 to $400 in today’s funds.
I later found out that little filly was the store owner’s daughter. I’ve heard of excellent salesmanship skills, but she was crazy good at her craft. I never went in that store again because I was afraid of what she was going to talk me into buying the next time.
So, beware, guys. Pretty smiles will often separate you from your money quite quickly.