Thunder and Lightning.......

And rain...*smile*
That's what's going on in my neck of the woods. It's a bit chilly today on this ol' porch. But I'm in some snuggy clothes, yup. Harder to see that sun when it'll come up, so I'll just have to settle on knowing it's there when I see the glow of light and that ol' clock tells me it's time. I'm not in an uber rush to hit the paddocks today. *eyes the lightning with some suspicion* And that rain is intermittently drumming on this ol' tin roof on my porch with some serious din.
Thought one being in an area void of much things higher than say a prairie dog pokin' it's head out of the ground, I make an excellent lightning rod. And being soaked through makes excellent grounding for electricity.

Thought two being that horses spack out whenever the weather's strange to them, and they will find this strange.
I'll pull out my long brown duster coat for today. Aside from being a little harder to manipulate in, it'll likely keep my inside clothes pretty dry aside from soggy jeans at the bottom. I'm not really looking forward to this day, as it might be becomming apparent....a-heh.

I did get a bit of good karma news this week though :D At the Pinjarra festival I come cross one of those booths where you can meet the little kangaroos...the babies hanging in little man made pouches. They're the wildlife rescue folks ? Anyways, there was this one baby who acted so funny. He was so attracted to me. Kept reaching out and pulling my hand in to get ear and head rubbies. Finally, he grabbed my face and started kissing my nose, and even as I was walking away kept motioning me back. I'm gonna tell you this...if you want to get me to part with my money ? THAT is the most excellent sales technique I have ever-ever seen. Cha-ching I whipped out the wallet and was handing them 20 bucks right there. I mean honestly, how often does a Texan in Oz get that sort of attention from a wild kangaroo ? I was handing the lady my money when she asked how many I wanted. Tickets mind you...for the raffle. I wouldda snatched up the joey right there, but instead, since they were a dollar a piece, I said "errmm 20 ?" Then spent a while filling out initials on each ticket and left her with a contact number. Enough days passed I figured it was a done deal and over, you know ? But sure enough I won a pack for 4 tickets to the Peel Zoo where I get to see the Joey again, and a 50 $ voucher at the gift shop. Score ! Well, I was wanting to go yesterday, but the weather weren't cooperating a'tall. So rather than make it a drizzly day at the zoo, I'm being patient.. Biding my time and all.
Getting lighter here a bit, and a teeny speck of blue in the sky says for me to get my lazy butt out there and sling some hay...
Y'all have a good one...keep warm and your powder dry... *nods*
T.

Here we go again.............

That sounded bleak....
Just meaning that tis Sunday night and the week ahead is on the way...
*whistles innocently* No really...
I don't know..... Life is quite cyclic though isn't it ? *ponders*
Yep, I reccon so..
And complicated.....whewwww.. Yeah, anyways... I'm not coming up with any pearls of wisdom here, and really don't see any immediately on the way, so I'll leave it at this. Hope your weekend was grand, and a bright new week is on the way towards you.. Like a freight train.. Veering wildly out of control on a collision course.. heading ermmm... headlong to you, in a way that could be interpreted as ermmm... wild.. Yeah, that...
*stumbles off muttering*
T.

Remember The Alamo

K'...it's not March 6th I'll grant you....
But I was winging round the youtube day before yesterday and I come across that clip from the movie with Billy Bob Thornton playing the violin atop the palisade, to the Mexican troops.
Since then that version of the "no quarter" song has been loop taping in my mind. I sure don't find it a cause for bother though, cause honestly it beats Gilligan's Island or I dream of Jennie carousing in my brain cells..
I did do something impulsive though. Me, the guy who never rents a video, always gets the ones free from the library or watches them on google videos....rented The Alamo....
Don't hold that agin me now. I felt more like it was a therapeutic thing. See ? I used to go there twice a year on a sort of pilgrimage and well....... I was wondering if some of my "feeling out of sorts as of late" thing might be a sense of disconnecting with my roots. I don't know, but it's worth a shot. I've actually been sort of looking at the cover...didn't watch it last night... just waiting...till the moment seems right. I have seen this one before, and from the perspective I have (my step father was Crockett's great great grandson) knowing the real history and not the hollywood version, I know this one to be the closest to reality. I've spent many an hour in the Alamo. When they were repairing a wall there I even picked up a few scraps of the original mortar that I carry with me everywhere, usually sitting up on my fireplace mantle in an antique milk bottle.
So........ today I'll take a little time to recapture some of the "Where I come froms" and.... we'll see. Anyways.. The sun's up and I reccon I should get some work done on this chicken pen..
Have a good one folks...
"Remember Goliad"
"Remember The Alamo"
and don't forget San Jacinto either.......
T.

Ponder, ponder, ponder....

"They made us many promises, more than I can remember, but they kept only one; they promised to take our land, and they took it."
Red Cloud

So.........sitting here this fine Sat. morning watching the sun come up. And while I can hear the drum of life swinging into action in this small town all about me, I cannot help but feel a bit alone.
Perhaps many could relate to this. Bet it is so. I'm just not feeling the zest for life at this moment I can usually muster. Mostly, folks don't want to hear the downs from others. There's usually enough of that going on in their own heads to fill a bucket. So when it comes to others ? well, they usually only want to hear what will bring them "up". Understandable *nods*. So I usually keep this all to m'self. Problem is that as of late it becomes more prevalent in my day to day thoughts. Can't really chalk it up to a cyclic depression thing. It's a bit different I think. I wouldn't mind though if there was someone I could talk with...... that could talk to about things that understood the same mind set. Just not feeling connected. I can hear myself talk...see myself interacting, yet it feels greatly as though it is all in vain. Just not making a dent and all..
I'll try to get in some drumming today, and perhaps that might help.. I like that quote Tom Hanks made in Castaway about always having hope... "You never know what the tide will bring in."
*Waits for the tide*
T.

Unmoving, he sits astride
His ragged coated pony.
Only telltale frozen breaths,
Separate them from
The still, winter black boles
Of ancient leafless trees.
The pony, blown and lame,
Stands with lowered head,
Ears flattened to the sound
Of a distant wolf pack.
The man on his back,
All weapons lost,
Ignores the trickling blood
From savage wounds,
Mingling his war paint.
Eyes burning fiercely
He strains to find
The sign he seeks:
Behind, the sound of enemy
Draws ever closer.
At last, faith rewarded,
He sees far below
In the deep valley,
Arriving at the edge
Of the fast flowing river,
The great she bear
With two gamboling cubs:
To fish the racing salmon,
Drawn relentlessly toward
Their age-old spawning ground.
Silently, the wounded brave
Offers his final prayer
To the eternal clan bear;
Totem and guardian
Of his battle slain tribe.
The enemy, exultant,
Are almost upon him,
Yet he looks not behind:
He sees only the Great Spirit,
Surrounding him kindly
In loving, firm embrace.
While the enemy closes in,
He straightens himself;
His voice rings loud and clear,
Echoing across the land
To the distant cloudless sky.
One last defiant war cry
As he spurs on his pony,
And leaps...
Into the world of his ancestors.

W.J. Bruce

Bubble, bubble, toil an'......stuff,

Yup...... good ol' Tuesday morning is here. It's not quite half past 6, and the sun is only now beginning to glance a ray or two across the sky. Still, it's impressive though, looking out to the north I can see some amazing colors beginning to tantalize the optical palate.
Nice knowing there's not a days work committed to someone else's end awaiting me.
A quick recap of some happenings.... This weekend past there was a jam session out at Linda's place. In the large full open front garage is where we usually perform. We set up sofas, chairs etc, and make it pretty comfy and all. Musician-wise though, we had 2 guitarists. But there was a set of drums there....*blink-Blink* Anyways, some months ago I was given a drum set. Looked like heck and was barely holding together. But, on a lark I took it, set it up, and started tinkering with it. (Truly amazing what one can find on Youtube, instructional-wise *L*) I toyed with it enough to feel comfortable that I was actually interested in it, and bought a real fine new set. Quite a nice looking set of drums with everything. I worked on those for some 20-40 minutes every other day, and at the jam session walked up there and started playing the set in the garage while the guitar players were going at it. Surprised a few folks and got the "Didn't know you could play drums ?!?! exclamations. I'm not like "wicked good" yet or anything, but I hold my own. Luke asks (in jest mind you) so, could you play those and sing at the same time ? Not knowing, I figured why not ? He set up the mike and then his eyes got buggy when I did. Afterwords he said several times how impressed/surprised/shocked etc. that he was that I could, and how he will come down more often to practice with me (now that we have a drummer) *L*.

More light spreading cross the sky now.... *stares* Really amazing to me thinking that all this is happening and so few are catching it.. Most, if up, are busying themselves around there houses, grabbing coffee, selecting a power tie or doing their hair...not catching the free and unique visual display before me...there for all.
I'm going to Mandurah to purchase a freezer today.. It shall be one of two that I will get within the next year. Then on Thursday, it's off to Perth, "The Big Smoke" as they used to say here, to hit the bulk places with the 25 Kg bags of dry goods.. Beans, lentils, etc... I'mma watching this whole pandemic thing unfold, and I'm thinking that after these two brief outings I'm going to lay low for a while and just keep out here in the boondocks till it blows over. Reccon after Thursday I would have enough food stuffs put up to last me a year or more if needed. Heck I probably have that now already...
I keep this blog pretty light hearted.. Musings mostly and haven't mentioned much on the front that includes world turmoil. But I tell ya' folks.. Do yourselves a favor and put a little away for a needy-day. Be the Ant, not the Grasshopper, cause it wouldn't take much more than this pandemic spreading...or a Truckee's strike, or a financial crunch/upheaval to make food or ability to get it, hard to come by. Store a little water, hit some op shops and buy some candles.. Garage sales are awesome for finding this sort of stuff too. A small camping stove...anything that can continue you and yours creature comforts and keep morale up. We so take for granted a hot meal and clean water that we don't even consider it ever "not" being there for us.
Well, enough about all that.... Hope those folks in Victoria do alright then. Poor state has gotten a whippin' these last months with fires and now this.. God bless 'em.
Welpers....I'm headin' for another cup O' joe. Y'all have a good one, ya' hear ?
T.