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Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sometimes, especially in a very small town, it is not a bad thing to be known as a Crazy Lunatic. With a gun.
I don't like guns or gunplay. Really.
But when I lived in Atlanta, in Little Five Points, and just over the tracks from the "bad part of town," I kept a loaded shotgun in my studio. Just in case, don'tcha know. All sorts of weirdos were about. We were burgled three times in four months. I worked at home and was not particularly afraid - but after the OJ verdict, nothing was for sure. Times were uncertain.
Sweetie took me out to target shoot with his .45, c.1992, and after firing it once, I remarked that "That could really fuck somebody up." All I could think of was the violence of the explosion. I could never remember about the damn safety switch, either.
So. When I had my stalker, here in lovely Laconia, a man who was crazier and even more unpredictable that me, Sweetie got me mace. And a revolver, a little .32; a point-and-shoot type of gun. No safety switch involved. I also have a slingshot and a BB gun. Sweetie has his own rifles and stuff. Which he never shoots. We are not gun nuts. Really. And I know me some gun nuts. We are not them.
But I have been known to chase after dogs with the .32 when they have attacked my dogs, in my yard. To the four way in the middle of town. And I have gone after other dogs when they have chased local children. (Oh, call the law? Or the animal control? They tell me to shoot 'em! We are so advanced here.) Stalking to the 4-way with a revolver, in sight of the General Store?
Word gets around. That chick is crazee! Don't get her mad.
Today, after hearing about four dogs in my yard this morning chasing my bunnies, and then finding one in my barn hauling ass after a rabbit, well - I did what I felt was right. Grabbed the .32 and shot over its head as he came out of the barn. There was a mild to-do. I was called a bitch and someone said I shot the dog twice. Feh. If I had meant to hit it, I would have. I do have good aim.
It sucks ass.
I just wish the neighbors would, could keep their canines on their own property. These are the same ones that had the late pit bull. Oh, shoot a dog? We'll just get another two or three.
(Also, caught a tom cat today that was hungry and stalking little buns. I was able to catch it and have turned him over to our local rescue people.
Not everybody here is an asshole. But sometimes, it feels like it.)
So, it is not a bad thing to be known as a Crazy Lunatic. And a gun-wielding one, at that. Especially since Sweetie works the 3-to-11 shift.
Sigh.
I don't like guns or gunplay. Really.
But when I lived in Atlanta, in Little Five Points, and just over the tracks from the "bad part of town," I kept a loaded shotgun in my studio. Just in case, don'tcha know. All sorts of weirdos were about. We were burgled three times in four months. I worked at home and was not particularly afraid - but after the OJ verdict, nothing was for sure. Times were uncertain.
Sweetie took me out to target shoot with his .45, c.1992, and after firing it once, I remarked that "That could really fuck somebody up." All I could think of was the violence of the explosion. I could never remember about the damn safety switch, either.
So. When I had my stalker, here in lovely Laconia, a man who was crazier and even more unpredictable that me, Sweetie got me mace. And a revolver, a little .32; a point-and-shoot type of gun. No safety switch involved. I also have a slingshot and a BB gun. Sweetie has his own rifles and stuff. Which he never shoots. We are not gun nuts. Really. And I know me some gun nuts. We are not them.
But I have been known to chase after dogs with the .32 when they have attacked my dogs, in my yard. To the four way in the middle of town. And I have gone after other dogs when they have chased local children. (Oh, call the law? Or the animal control? They tell me to shoot 'em! We are so advanced here.) Stalking to the 4-way with a revolver, in sight of the General Store?
Word gets around. That chick is crazee! Don't get her mad.
Today, after hearing about four dogs in my yard this morning chasing my bunnies, and then finding one in my barn hauling ass after a rabbit, well - I did what I felt was right. Grabbed the .32 and shot over its head as he came out of the barn. There was a mild to-do. I was called a bitch and someone said I shot the dog twice. Feh. If I had meant to hit it, I would have. I do have good aim.
It sucks ass.
I just wish the neighbors would, could keep their canines on their own property. These are the same ones that had the late pit bull. Oh, shoot a dog? We'll just get another two or three.
(Also, caught a tom cat today that was hungry and stalking little buns. I was able to catch it and have turned him over to our local rescue people.
Not everybody here is an asshole. But sometimes, it feels like it.)
So, it is not a bad thing to be known as a Crazy Lunatic. And a gun-wielding one, at that. Especially since Sweetie works the 3-to-11 shift.
Sigh.
call toll free
Just a reminder that I have another blog. Sort of interesting.
I love the "send Lawyers, guns and money" one on the way to Mauckport.
I love the "send Lawyers, guns and money" one on the way to Mauckport.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Serves four.
This is Monkey, who was borrowed to be the gentleman friend of Cleo, the daughter of Amy Winehouse, who lives next door. There shall be babies. Good Neighbor Nancy said she had to sleep in the living room, because of their shenanigans.
The outside bunnies are industrious. This is one hole of many.
Cut this much off my hair, and can't really tell the difference.
And, went to Corydon for lunch with Sweetie, who has the weekend off. Had the camera and captured this shot from the Real Enchilada #2.
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The outside bunnies are industrious. This is one hole of many.
Cut this much off my hair, and can't really tell the difference.
And, went to Corydon for lunch with Sweetie, who has the weekend off. Had the camera and captured this shot from the Real Enchilada #2.
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Thursday, March 26, 2009
Use four times daily.
Buster just yesterday discovered where all the cheep cheep noise was located. His ears pricked up, he wanted to groom them, and then howled when he couldn't.
Poor Buster is deteriorating. Half the time, I have to help him onto the couch, where he lives 23 out of 24 hours. So, it was good to see him alert and interested in something.
This is what I have been working on in the studio. One-offs of Bunny & the Beast.
And I've had this on my desktop way too long, so I will post and then file it.
This is Frankie, who was an inside bunny last fall.
Poor Buster is deteriorating. Half the time, I have to help him onto the couch, where he lives 23 out of 24 hours. So, it was good to see him alert and interested in something.
This is what I have been working on in the studio. One-offs of Bunny & the Beast.
And I've had this on my desktop way too long, so I will post and then file it.
This is Frankie, who was an inside bunny last fall.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Great Benefits!
Hello!
Let me begin by saying that I seldom win anything. A twist contest in 1966, a newspaper coloring contest at about the same time, the towels at the Shakertown retreat in 2008.
So, only because nobody else entered her contest, I composed a short epitaph for Thoughts from an eclectic goth mind., and it was only because nobody else even tried,(!) I won. You guys, my three readers, go there!
And what a win! This beautiful black cotton, tatted choker with silver and other black bits! I will so wear this! I love it, and even Sweetie remarked on its coolness.
So please, go visit her site and add her to your feed! She posts almost every day, and is a sweet and interesting person. And talented in many ways. Tatting, bobbin lace, photography, calligraphy, and probably in numerous other ways too. She knits, even.
Let me begin by saying that I seldom win anything. A twist contest in 1966, a newspaper coloring contest at about the same time, the towels at the Shakertown retreat in 2008.
So, only because nobody else entered her contest, I composed a short epitaph for Thoughts from an eclectic goth mind., and it was only because nobody else even tried,(!) I won. You guys, my three readers, go there!
And what a win! This beautiful black cotton, tatted choker with silver and other black bits! I will so wear this! I love it, and even Sweetie remarked on its coolness.
So please, go visit her site and add her to your feed! She posts almost every day, and is a sweet and interesting person. And talented in many ways. Tatting, bobbin lace, photography, calligraphy, and probably in numerous other ways too. She knits, even.
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