…because of the fiduciary incompetence of his human. A cascading effect of my inadvertent attempt to spend the same money twice resulted in: A trip to the Happy Place to buy a crappy nylon holster, which resulted in missing my Monday Morning Water Run, which resulted in rationed gasoline for the Jeep, which resulted in LB standing beside a brand-new cliff rather than luxuriating in the Jeep’s shotgun seat as nature intended.
A week ago Sunday I put in an Amazon order for a holster for my .22 pistol, along with a couple of other things. I had no idea how much money was in the bank, but it was more than enough for that.
The following Monday I bought a bunch of stuff at the hardware store, including very expensive paint. It emptied the bank account but I didn’t worry about it; surely that Amazon order had already cleared.
Well, it hadn’t. Amid a shower of nastygrams from Amazon, I was still short one needed holster. So yesterday I accepted an offered ride to the town about 35 miles away, which boasts a halfway decent gun shop. (I have always been perplexed at the paucity of gun shops in this very gun-friendly area.) Unfortunately that trip was scheduled for the afternoon, and D&L bumped the morning water run to the afternoon because they were using the cool morning to re-stucco their workshop. I had to choose, and I chose the holster which by this time I was practically obsessing over. I did consider the fact that all my jerry cans are empty, but dismissed it because the Jeep’s gas tank isn’t.
Alas, this gun shop is heavy on Blackhawk holsters, bags’o’nylon only slightly superior in my mind to Uncle Mike’s shit. I’d hesitate to show up at a militia meetup wearing one, but whatever. I’m no longer a tactical fashion plate, and it’s better than what I had.
But being without gasoline reserves, LB and I were going to have to stop throwing it around quite so much. At a minimum, it would do us no harm to do the morning chicken chores by shank’s mare.
Except for one brief visit with Landlady the day after the flood, I haven’t been in this part of the wash on foot since it got rearranged. And I’d forgotten that the path up the bank on her side of the wash isn’t there any more.
In the fullness of time as the sand loosens back up we’ll wear another, slightly steeper path. The cattle are already being of some use in that regard. Maybe I should even hang a rope there; at the moment I have lots.