Really? You clicked on that? How the hell would I know?
Yeah, I got nothin’ this morning. Maybe later – I’m gonna check the game camera during this morning’s rounds. In fact I really (really!) wanted to make this a “shorts and sandals” day, but I want that pretty much every summer morning, then go over the to-do list and change my mind. Because I have a rule, but I can violate that rule a hundred times and get away with it until the bright still morning when I don’t. And then I remember the rule for a while.
My standing rule is that I don’t leave my front porch unless I’m ready to do battle with whomever or whatever. Normally I have a plan to kill everyone and everything I meet. But months can go by without that doing me any good, and after a while it starts to feel a little silly and bothersome. And then I get caught with the wildlife hostile and my belt empty. Live in the boonies long enough and it’ll happen – you just won’t know when.
So, yeah. I’m wearing big-boy pants and boots and heavy stuff on my belt. Just to go feed some damned chickens and water Neighbor L’s flowers.
Thanks for this as I’ve been tempted lately to sally forth unarmed and you have me back on the straight and narrow, so to speak.
Same reason you buy insurance and fire extinguishers and hope you’ll never need ’em.
If you ever DO need ’em, you really, REALLY need ’em.
“A wayfarer should not walk unarmed,
But have his weapons to hand:
He knows not when he may need a spear,
Or what menace meet on the road.”
– Verse 38 from the Havamal, the Wisdom of Odin