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Another later night to bed. It was just a bit, perhaps a quarter past 23:00, when I finally could curl up to sleep. Sleep was wonderful. Soft notions of being near a woman, in chastity, with graces, perfumed my dreams. A familiarity, comfort, was to be had from that. Sleep was easy and good.
I set the alarm for 8:00 but woke, again, at 7:00. I am not actually tired or worn from the week. I am having trouble shoving into my day, as usual. Other than that, everything is working quite well. I need to get a shower shortly. I also need to think about my plans. A pistol, extra magazines, and ammunition needs to go along. The latter is never an issue, the former two though will have to be remembered. Oh, and I best remember to bring my phone today. Actually, I will put the addresses on the envelope and package before I go. I might have to fill out a form, and transfer what is on the package to the form, but that is of little concern. I may see about sending the package one day, or two day. The earliest it might arrive is Monday, so I am not sure it is all that great of a deal. Still, I would like to expedite the process.
Hmm... What else do I need to do? I don't know. I think that is it. If I think about it, I might go to the coffee shop. They also sell loose leaf tea, a sometimes favorite of mine in the winter. As well, they sell herbs and spices the way I used to buy them. There are several I would like to purchase. A medley of traditional Italian spices, various Mexican food types, and a few odds and ends of my own preferences. Just a little bit of that good stuff, and just the right points in small meals... a bolster to store purchased marinara... spice judiciously employed will take a meal from simple and bland to a minor delight. If I have to eat, I prefer to eat well. Probably the French in my genes. Snobbish, I suppose. Though curiosity, hunger, and other things, which are difficult for me to satisfy using brute force, make some of that, at times, a necessity. If I can't eat, or won't, a little 'sugar' with the medicine can make the difference.
Well... I think I'll have a small lunch before pushing out into the shower, then on into the wide woolly world. Later.
You know .. A pistol and ammunition just never features into my plans. Spices and loose leaf tea do though.
ReplyDeleteI'm just gonna hunker gown and make a sweet potato casserole if I have the ingredients.
Oh, a pistol isn't in my plans, simply a part of my standard equipment. Much as with my cellphone, which I almost never use either. The difference between having a pistol near and not having one has, so far, been no different. However, should it ever be a good thing to have, not having it will be much more detrimental than having it. There is no cost, at this point, for taking charge of personal security.
ReplyDeleteHmm, sweet potato casserole? I don't think I have ever had such. I have had sweet potato mash, with marshmallows, but that doesn't sound the same. Does it have meat in it? I could see them being used for savory, easily enough, just as with pumpkin. I am curious. I'll just make another corned beef, adding more carrots while I cook, and cabbage near the end. I love meat.
I recently was gifted a meal, chicken cooked in a pumpkin. It was interesting, moist, and tasty.
I have never had chicken cooked in a pumpking ... thinking here. I have a whole chicken thawing and a pumpkin outside. Personally, I do not like marshmellows in my sweet potato casserole. It does not have meat in it. It's a sweet side dish often served during thanksgiving and Christmas here in the South.
ReplyDeleteYou know .. I have had a pistol held to my chest before.. right smack to my ribcage. It's not an experience I would recommend to anybody. I think I would be dead if I had had a gun. Anyway, enough of that. It's time to get the sweet potatoes out of the oven.
Oh, yeah, no. We have sweat potato as you suggest in the MidWest too, if not as common. As to marshmallows, it depends. if they are creamy, with scorch marks atop, then I like them.
ReplyDeleteYou got lucky. I have gotten lucky myself. I just won't rely on luck. And I wouldn't want to be forced to idly sit by while someone else runs out of luck either. At that range, though, I don't need a gun. He would not have gotten the gun to my ribs alive.
As well, if you had trained, at drawing and firing... bad guys usually lose. You were seriously lucky. Any police or other trainer will tell you to use your head, but resist. Very luckily, from the sounds of things, you weren't required to resist. At the mercy of an animal that is willing to use a gun to get his way is not a way to go through life.
I was extremely lucky. My 19 year old self just stood there and looked him in the eye. He turned around and left. It was in broad day light too.
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