I've been trying to get a number of things cared for, and the spring cleaning bug is biting a little, so I've had only a few moments to glance around at my good blogger pals and drop notes...I miss you all, really. But I've much to do.
Speaking of hard days to come...these folks came up on the FB and I thought I'd note it - perhaps you've something to donate to the raffle that they could use. About 48 sheriff staff dismissed - likely those at the top of the pay scale and, hell, it's economics. But while it is a numbers game on paper, the actual lives touched are another thing entirely. Most likely didn't plan for it...didn't stock up and such. So if you're willing, you might consider sending some nice swag they can auction, or just toss a few bills their way.
I'll be frank - law enforcement and military members will be the next targets of the ire of the eloi. It will be easy for them to believe what they are told...easier to turn the public into a target. Do what you can for them, for any of them you know that are having a rough go of it. Soldiers Angels do such fine work. And so many others. But you can also go local - find out who is hurting and give them a hand. It is what we have chosen to do...find good people and do good for them.
I've been craving one of these and one of these - the former for dog walking when a holster won't work and the latter for those times when the Big Bag is not needed but something else is. (I can imagine, too, how nice that latter might be if some weighty magnets were molle'd on - it'd be a superb tank bag for motorcycling!) I SO want one of these but it'd likely be much too long on me. Still, I do like the cut of their jib, so to speak. Definitely going to spend some dollars there.
Acquired recently some of these little things - cheap, and handy enough to toss into every vehicle and bag. I like that it is a lighter and also a kind of candle - handy when you need to get flame into something...
And it is nearly Trooper's birthday...a few weeks away, I was thinking of merging Valentines with it and have him hit a Rifles Only course...he is rather squared away but there is nothing like have a dedicated set of days to doing nothing but hitting that 1000 yds, repeatedly. Or shooting from a moving platform - what guy wouldn't like that? Admittedly, it wouldn't be his "first rodeo" in that format but it has been rather a long while and it'd be fun.
Speaking of moving platforms...I had the best compliment recently. I'd knit a hat - just a plain old cap - of this stuff. It is wooly but softened with a hint of silk. A friend notes that it withstood an open door at 10k ft...some squirrel-y doings or another demanded it. One does these things - gifts of your time and thought - and sometimes it isn't really appreciated. And sometimes it is just the right thing in the right place. It pleased me to know he was able to get the job done without being as cold as the other guys.
It will be a lonely few days as Trooper heads to an event to aid a friend at their booth. I am considering some gardening while he is gone - as in heavy duty yard revamping and garden redressing. I will be taking it in pieces, though, because the bluebonnets are poking up their leaves already and I don't want to disturb them so perhaps it will just be the vegetable garden that gets the love...only the brussel sprouts and herbs left, now, anyway...I can work around that. (BTW, homegrown sprouts are amazingly tender and nothing like the store bought version.)
Trooper continues with his shooting - now an officer for the local group - and is loving it. It meets his competitive nature as well as keeps the skills sharp. He's trying to get me to join but I have never been competitive - I do not have that gene. I don't plan, I don't measure against others...I just Am. Admittedly, the lack of goal setting skills isn't helpful but...there is also no pressure. Regardless, I toy with the idea of it but haven't the desire for the work that he does.
And so that is what has had me occupied. Looking over what we have, what we need, and how to get it all organized. Everything feels quite haphazard and I yearn for neatness. Perhaps I can achieve some of it...