Canned at the peak of flavor

 I’m sitting in the recliner listening to classic country music writing this post yesterday. The coffee is hot. I’ve not packed the suitcase that is in the back of the car as you read this. Either 1/3 or 2/3 of my kids came for Easter dinner. It depends on if the youngest could get someone to trade his shift at work. 

I’m off on a mostly all-day jaunt to the east coast. Tomorrow (real tomorrow, not yesterday when I wrote this tomorrow) I am going down to Antietam. I was last there when I was 17 or 18. I have been to many battlegrounds, slept on a few during my reenactment days, and none have left me with the creeps, a feeling of dread like the site of the bloodiest day in American history. It will be interesting to see if I get the heebie jeebies this time. 

Yeah, yeah, I’m doing work stuff this trip too. That’s boring. 

He Has Risen

 

It isn’t about the painted eggs or bunnies

Shot heard ‘round the world

 250 years ago today our great nation was birthed in a paroxysm of bullets and gunpowder on the greens of Lexington and at Concord Bridge. 

Going Somewhere

 I’m sitting here in my office recliner pondering what letters to hit in order to make coherent words appear in the blank white space on my screen. The flashing cursor mocks me. I see something from the corner of my eye. A squirrel moves across the porch roof outside my window. He accelerates and rounds the roofline to the perpendicular garage roof like a driver at Daytona. He runs along the shingles, bounces off the gutter, and leaps three feet onto a branch no thicker than a twig. Up the maple tree he goes. The squirrel heads down the trunk and scurries under the neighbor’s red Cadillac and out of sight.

There is no lesson here. There are no conclusions. Only speculation.

Anticipation

 One more day in the work week. I am ready for a few days off. Unfortunately this afternoon is the monthly sales meeting so my afternoon will be a clinker. I have Good Friday off and then the weekend. Monday is a vacation day. 

I have a meeting in the Baltimore area on Wednesday. Monday I’m driving to Maryland. I’ll spend Tuesday at Antietam, a battlefield I last visited when I was in high school. 

I have to get through today first. 

See it my way

Humpity hump day. 

As an aside, nowhere in the Mother Goose rhyme does it say Humpty Dumpty was a giant egg with arms and legs. 

Anyway….I’m off to get new glasses today. Mine broke a few weeks back and I’ve been wearing an old pair from 5-6 years ago. The distance vision part is fine on them but I can see “up close” better with no glasses than using the bifocal part of those old frames. Fingers crossed, knock on wood, hope to heaven, my eye troubles are behind me and no more surgeries are in my future and I’ll be able to see out of these new ones for a year or two. 

Here’s something I never thought I would say. I don’t care who runs, I am voting for the challenger in the primary and the Democrat in the general election against my current incumbent state representatives. I don’t care. The Republicans in this state have become tax and spend democrats-light and why get an imitation when you can vote for the real thing? I last voted for a Democrat in 1994 when my neighbor ran for coroner, so I don’t write that lightly. The current regime must be punished.

Only a politician would brag that giving me up to $300 tax credit on my property taxes while letting my local government increase my taxes by $1200 would be a good deal. I spit on them all. 

Tax day