Two-Meat Tuesday redux
Buddy calls me up, “Hey, what you doing for lunch? Two-Meat?”
Sounded like a plan. I looked at my suitcase and the inbound e-mail, and I figured, sure, one last day to wander around in shorts. Texas is due for an arctic blast soon enough, but I’ll miss it. I’ll be in London town, in the middle of winter. 37 in London, and 73 here.
So it was two-meat platter, the brisket was a little dry, and the pork ribs weren’t all that wonderful, but the help was saucy, if a little inattentive. We did a get a “headshot” with antlers. Way it goes. I wandered next door for a box of worms.
So after a little gentle chiding, I baited a hook and started to feed the fish. I caught a couple of little perch, but suddenly, they all disappeared. Meant a hunter-killer big-bass feeding machine was present. Was he ever. I put two worms on the hook, and dangled it right down where he was cruising. Bent the rod in half. Big bruiser. Old friend, really, I mean, he usually puts a single fishy eye-ball on me. He was not happy. But he did get to keep the bait, I thought it was fair, he got a meal and picture. What an excellent way to wrap up the xmoose time.
Two-Meat Tuesday
1) Packing. 2) Quotes.
I’ve been “on the road” for over a decade now. That’s some miles. I finally broke down, after shuffling through close to a dozen of the cheaper suitcases, and picked up a decent one. I’ve been using a standard “Neo-con Yuppie Scum roller board” (carry-on size) for years. Isn’t large enough. I finally graduated to a slightly larger model, with wheel, in hopes that it will do the trick. It’s full of xmoose goodies for the family, and I’m about to saddle up and head off on the silver bird for the UK. Xmas in London. Seeing as how Sister had a show up over there, it was time to go. But packing is no fun.
Travelin’ Man (Leon Wilkeson — Ronnie VanZant)
“I was born a travellin’ man, that’s all I’ll ever be
Moving around from town to town its what makes me so free…”
“It’s cold over here, and I swear, I wish they’d turn the heat up….” (London Homesick Blues)
Or, better yet?
It’s the King (“I married your mom”) to Hamlet (el guano-loco prince dude):
“Hamlet, this deed, for thine especial safety–
Which we do tender, as we dearly grieve
For that which thou hast done–must send thee thence
(With fiery quickness). Therefore, prepare thyself.
The bark is ready, and the wind at help,
Th’ associates tend, and everything is bent
For England.
Shakespeare’s Hamlet, Act Four, scene three, lines 41-47.
