Monthly Archives: July 2015

Last winter I had just the right amount of firewood. This is a miracle of predictive wisdom in a “just in time” warehousing economy. It’s “working without a net” in the redneck economy. Being righteously freaked out I’ve been meaning … Continue reading →

[This post was composed as I drove from nowhere to nowhere… and was driven batty by NPR.] A few weeks later I was on the road again. My cell phone rang. (Better service every year.) “Some dude shot up a … Continue reading →

[I apologize for the overly long post. I was trapped in a truck cab and had time to think. You’ve been warned.] I’ve been on the road a lot. I’ve tried (and probably failed) to capture the spirit of reality … Continue reading →

Our main feline defensive perimeter (outdoor cat) was formerly a bad ass. It beat the shit out of everything cat sized and killed anything small enough to be eaten. It was a bully, a jerk, a monster. Yet I had … Continue reading →

This is a post from Mrs. Curmudgeon. Yep – I am hijacking this blog. I know a few of you were bummed you couldn’t get a Death Wish Coffee Valhalla Java mug just like A.C.’s… well you still can’t! But … Continue reading →

I once wanted a tiny house. I wanted one desperately! The reason I wanted one was because I needed a place to live. I had none. Big houses were out of my fiscal league. Why not a small one? No … Continue reading →

This is several years old and just as topical as ever. Hat tip to Gateway Pundit and Maggies Farm.

It came to pass that I had to go on a trip. The woodland creatures, who never stop watching, observed this. They’re all spies I tell ya! I believe they categorize Mrs. Curmudgeon and myself differently. She’s “the woman who … Continue reading →

The chickens were excellent. These were the free range survivors of several fox incursions. They were battle hardened and wise. They made themselves at home. They didn’t mess with our existing small flock. Our existing small flock didn’t mess with … Continue reading →

One fine day, weeks before Mrs. Curmudgeon began inflicting identity issues on a little runner duck, I rolled home to find Mrs. Curmudgeon and The Foxinator standing in the yard chatting. Even from far down the driveway I recognized the … Continue reading →