Another day, little done.

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Far less than I had hoped but a few things went forward. And, as for the purchases? Since I spend nothing other than paying bills on myself, and upkeep, and a few things like that, I really shouldn't feel guilty about spending several hundred dollars. Sure, it's large. But too, other than on items I have actually needed, I have spent very little in a very long time. My friend called it being house-poor. He is a lawyer for the county he lives in and make about the same as I do. He bought a house at a similar price point, in similar condition.

The turkey breast has ended up being... quite nice. I am careful when warming it. Too much and it would dry like old wood adding shoe leather texture and flavor. I must have roasted the bird just right though, too. All good. Ah... It's been so long. I forgot to wrap the hindquarters in foil for the last hour to half hour. That would have been nicer, if not absolutely necessary.

Be careful who and how you tease? I wonder if junior learned his lesson? Personally? I think dad knew. *evil grins* Oh yes he did! He covered pretty well though. (Notice him look into the camera, almost... I mean almost... laugh a few times?)
She does remind me of my last lady friend, down to the hippy-stomp-bunny-jumps, breathlessness, arm flaggin, rough size, and even had a similar cap. Uncanny parallels. Though she got this way over lots of stuff. I learned to shut the door, with my chair against it, and play my games right through those. Once she got zipped, no talking could help. Zen, baby. No, I wasn't even always the culprit. I certainly never tinkered with "her home" (if one of those was over purchases versus storage space... if she did have a point on that one), mostly political. And, no, I still don't think organic food is anything but a march to slavery or a slight of hand to cheat you blind. As is it isn't even what it pretends to be and the only way to support it as it is supposed to be would be through literal slavery of the more recent type. On top of that, even small commercial "organic" growers are hugely wasteful. Grow it yourself, fine, but then what in the winter? Ah, a home in Hawaii? On and on until... meltdown! Heh. I learned to avoid some things, she just didn't and wouldn't. But I absolutely would not back down. Made for good making up time though.

There is an old mystery that always bugged me, a particularly heinous crime committed when I was quite young. Oh, I heard nothing of the story until I was much older. Something, not the brutality, kept me attentive to news stories regarding it. Now, around 33 years later, the case is open again. Much of the evidence still exists, some of it had been approved for DNA testing and and was not common to the family members. From that, forty more pieces are being requested to be tested. My guess, if he were a minority, this testing would not have even been a thing that needed judicial approval nor would it have taken this long. I still don't know whether he is guilty or not, which bugs me. Even as a teen I was pretty good at... guessing rightly, even if it took some time to sort it out. Not with this one. While I don't know about his guilt, I do know about the hatred for the military that existed at the time and exists even now in most cities. Until the hippies are dead and staked into their coffin or burned, proper respect will not be rendered. Perhaps not even then, until they save people directly? He had been cleared by the military, which makes me consider this a double jeopardy thing too. Though if he proves guilty? C'est la vie. I'm not a big fan of... technicalities.

It is hitting about bedtime. At least it was a pleasant day. The girls got chased and got to hunt the ogre. A bit of food was eaten and ended up being better than feared. Some gaming, blogging, buying, and calling took place. Oh, just a bit of everything and nothing much all at the same time. It's good. Good night.