Shots?

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Had to laugh.  First?  Even if it had been shots, it... most likely... wouldn't have been a bad thing?  Most likely, someone shooing off a dog, raccoon, coyote if some rare one came a little close, or such.  Though, if it was a bad thing, it... would be limited to those involved.

But, no.  Fireworks.  Tis the season.  And time.  Not a lot, but it's cold out there, baby.  Just enough to enjoy the notion.  Some things I will miss.

I had chicken, the rest of it.  I ate nearly half yesterday.  The breast was too moist then, about right after a day of resting.  Microwaved.  I have been doing well with the microwave.  But, one cut, recently, was heated.  Then I kept forgetting, so having to reheat.  That... ended up terrible.  But, one out of five or ten now?  The trick is to do it once, and do it very gently.  Probably still not the best of ideas, but... convenient.  Being ill as I am, that's as good as it can get sometimes.

Next?  Coffee, and burgers.  Melting cheese on top, then adding sour cream.  I haven't made mustard recently.  Should get to that.  Homemade mustard truly is good.  And easy.  I may even see about horseradish.  I have some, but it's late in the year to get to it.  There should be some good, just horseradish, out there?  Or... is that gone too.  I'll skip it, if I can't find real.  I want mustard with it, and mustard without.  Variety.  Or, really, with every other time I make it.  That would work.

Just... had to chuckle, and share that, about the gunshot/fireworks, and thoughts that go with it.  Like simple rural folk, especially of the better sort, or not.  Hicks, country folk, and such, might live differently?  I think they just live more honestly.  And enjoy their lives more simply.  I have enjoyed my time here.  But, like Gandalf, my time... for here... is... coming to an end.  My life?  Who knows.  That has been surrendered, and lost time and again, only to remain.

But, where my life is lived?  That is a whole other thing.  It isn't fully in my hands, either.  I know when things aren't as they should be.  When it is time to figure out a different arrangement.  Yes, life... will go on, most likely, just not here.  I hoped I could figure here out, and did, to a degree.  But it isn't working as hoped.  A wife, you see.  And children.  And I think that can happen somewhere, just not here.  Or... anywhere in America.

On to coffee, burgers, and some gaming.  Happy New Year, once again.