Nothing Much Today

We're just checkin' the box, fillin' a square, so we can hold to our "post sumthin' every day, even if it's a re-run or just tripe" maxim.  So it's tripe you get...

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I signed a petition while out to dinner last night, sumthin' that just MIGHT bring P-Ville a lil closer to civilization: a petition to authorize the Sunday sale of alcoholic beverages with meals in Portales.  Long-time Gentle Readers know I often go off on minor rants about our Blue Laws and this would be a welcome change to same.  I also found out that you can have a glass o' wine or a beer or two with your meal in The Big(ger) City™ on Sundays, sumthin' previously unknown to me.  This small fact is why the restauranteurs in P-Ville are organizing the petition drive:  Clovis restaurants are eating Portales' lunch on Sundays.

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The Second Mrs. Pennington visited me in a dream in the wee smalls this morning and who knew you could have violent arguments in your dreams?  The exchange was so realistic, so vitriolic, and so violent (in a verbal way; no blows were exchanged... as in real-life) that the dream woke me up sometime around 0300 hrs.  I didn't... couldn't... go back to sleep for over an hour.  I find it amazing how much that woman still influences my life, 13 years after her departure.

How fucking weird is THAT?

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I entered service on this day 48 years ago.  Some days are simply unforgettable and this is one such.  A couple o' few weeks later:

This day also reminds me of just young I was then and how old I really am now.  Aiiieee.

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Hot, hot, hot... 

Note the extended forecast.  Is it Fall yet?

And there ya have it: tripe.  When life hands ya tripe, make menudo.  All ya need is hominy, tomatoes, and stuff.