Neanderpundit

When I was in Zambia hunting, we had a crew of support people that saw to our comfort. It wasn’t all the comforts of home, mind you, but we didn’t want for anything major.

We had one major luxury, though. In the middle of the afternoon our camp cook would start up a little generator and plug it into a little freezer, and in the freezer, he’d place a couple sixes of Coke.

African Coke tastes like Kosher for Passover coke, because it’s made with sugar and not corn sweetener. Coming back into camp at the end of a sweaty day and grabbing an icy-cold Coke, possibly one with ice crystals swimming around in it, was pure heaven.

Once in a while, I throw a Kosher coke into the freezer, just to remind me. Yesterday was one of those days, today might well be another.

it’s the stiffness in the legs after that makes it difficult to deal with. And I think I’m gonna have to overhaul the engine in the pushmower.

No rest for the wicked.

When every moron has chosen this day to get in front of me, on the road. When you have to drive 110 miles round trip to use a welder for five minutes because a customer won’t let me use theirs. When you spend hours crawling around in the slime under a machine because the vendor couldn’t ber bothered to connect the correct hydraulic hoses and just settled for connecting the one he could REACH.

Days when you get home and spend another three hours humping away at projects because the rain all week has put you hopelessly behind and if you live to 90 you’ll never catch up.

When you stand in the shower, once you finally GET there, and hose your sweaty, miserably hot nads off your thigh, where they’ve been stuck for the last three hours, and the heat of the shower stimulates those heat-rash-abused nerve endings, and you sigh, and all the bullshit drains out of the day….

Now all I need is the equivalent of a dulce de leche M&M.