The official temperature hit a new record of 85 yesterday. Normally, I’d bitch about the heat, but it was very breezy and quite comfortable for working outside. I kept waiting for the rain to come, but every time it got dark and I thought it was about to pour, it didn’t, and the sun came back out. Very, very nice. Got some good tractor time in, pounded some fence posts, put up a (very) short stretch of fence, piled up some rocks around the new drainage pond, extended some trails out in the woods, and even took the dogs out for a walk around (and they both went swimming in one of the ponds). All-in-all, a very good day. Which makes going back to work today that much more difficult.

On the bright side, while my whining probably didn’t have anything to do with it, my forks are supposed to arrive today! Really coulda used them yesterday to help with my fencing. But I reckon there’s plenty of time left for that. Hell, it won’t be winter for at least another three or four months.

The wind got pretty fierce last night, though. The 100 foot pine trees that line my property were bending and swaying pretty good. My friend John said his chimney cap blew off and bounced down the road. I’m pretty sure nothing blew off my roof, but I reckon I better check when the sun gets over the ridge.

I did find what I’m guessing is what remains of a skeet target on my roof, though. It was fairly intact (good size pieces – enough for me to see it was like a little clay frisbee® made by Remington™), so I’m figuring it was a miss that crashed on the house. Not crazy about somebody shooting skeet close enough around here for one to get away and land on the roof. I should have put some Mylar® around it, taken pictures, and reported it to MUFON (or at least George Noory) as a crashed extraterrestrial vehicle. I think I have some little plastic army men I could have put around it to make it look big (and that would explain the utter lack of evidence remaining if somebody came to check it out – damn gubberment coverup).

Speaking of a Government coverup, a conspiracy has been unearthed by Michelle Bachmann, who says Planned Parenthood is the ‘LensCrafters® of Big Abortion.’ I guess that’s kinda like “Big Pharma” or something. Yes, I can see those “big abortion” fatcats kicking back behind their big posh desks with their feet up, wearing top hats and lighting up Cuban cigars with hundred dollar bills. As Earl Pitts would say, “Wake up, Uhmer’ka!” Abortion is a huge bidness here in the You Ess uf Aay. If these planned parenthooders have their way, there won’t be any unplanned and unwanted children left in the country to grow up and have more more unplanned and unwanted kids. Or something.

Well, I dunno about all that, but it does remind me that I need new glasses. And thanks to the godless union I belong to, I get an eye exam and free glasses. I could probably get an abortion out in the back room, too. Except we don’t use LensCrafters®, we use Empire Vision. But they probably have an abortion on demand room out back, too.

But I’m past my child bearing years, so I guess that’s one benefit I can’t take advantage of.

It appears that God has lifted his veil of protection from North Dakota. I’m not sure why God hates Fargo, but the evidence is pretty clear. It might be because God planted so many of his fake dinosaur fossils, there. I dunno. Far be it for me to try and understand the mind of God. And why bother when we have Jerry Falwell around to interpret for us? Oh, that’s right. God lifted his veil of protection from Jerry back in 2007 (or called him up to the majors – I’m not quite clear on which folks get punished for happening to live in a place that the Almighty got pissed at for one reason or another, and which are so goshdarn holy that God wants them right there next to Him at the supper table). Well, maybe Pat Robertson will issue a press conference or something explaining it all.

Anyhow, I guess it’s time to go see what this day will bring.