Wednesday, November 21, 2018

Just Strolling



There was a stillness in the air as the sun rose above this small redoubt on the Texan Front. That's because everyone was sensibly in bed before braving the Thanksgiving Day Supermarket Maelstrom. I gazed at the frost, had a cup of hot tea, said Morning Prayer and took Blue Eschaton for a walk.

We went by a small but patriotic compound which seems to be in a constant state of yard sale. You know the thing, broken records, a bent bicycle wheel, soggy clothes in a wet cardboard box, a few old rusty spoons, a doorless fridge, whatever. A bit like the Tramp Market under the London's Westway in the early 1990s.




"Must get this crew into church," I thought to myself as I passed Jose's new house. Jose's bought some wooden fencing to mark the boundary between his compound and the yard sale scrappers' but he hasn't put it up yet.

The Pick 'n Steal was empty, apart from the Owl idol, and I poured some coffee into a Yeti 20 Ounce Tumbler, guaranteed to keep your drink hot or cold, no matter what kind of beating you give it. I'm inclined to doubt Yeti's marketing but haven't put it to the test, stay tuned.




Coffee poured into the purportedly indestructible Yeti, I strolled across the way to the Disciples Christian Church, at least I think that's what it is but it's hard to remember. They're a small crew but friendly, good luck to 'em.

We stopped up behind the temple and Blue got to nose about while I took a few sips of Yeti insulated coffee. Yes, thanks to Yeti's special system the coffee was still hot even though the Tumbler hadn't taken a beating, well done. 




I looked around while Blue Appalling did unmentionable things and took in the quiet Texan street scene. This part's well put together and a few young families make the effort to make it nice, in pleasant contrast to the crackheads, fools and wastrels that live down the block.

We moved on, patrolling beneath the locust trees, keeping an eye out for malfeasant skulduggery from the ne'er-do-well rent shacks on the left. But they were fast asleep and Blue Attack missed his chance at glory.




And there it was, the Compound, flags waving, chairs gleaming and all was well. The day moved on from there, much of it on the porch, but that's a different story. 




So there it is, another morning's worth of country life in Texas.


LSP

19 comments:

LindaG said...

Sounds good.

Will Blue Quality Control have to check the turkey to be sure it is safe?

Again, a blessed, happy Thanksgiving to you all!

Jules said...

You and Blue are like the town's roving security guards, which is nice. I hope you carried your gun.

That ramshackle house looks like a den at a flea market. I like those kinds of photos and I particularly like the porch photo where porch-life continues in full glory.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Infidel de Manahatta said...

Happy Thanksgiving!

The REAL Dave Miller said...

"Given the response from the deluded tRumper TRDM perhaps I should have simply said... I couldn't care less if tRump dropped dead of a massive heart attack tomorrow.

I firmly believe that tRump will reap that which he has sown. Or put another way... What goes around comes around.

There appears to be no bottom to the cesspool tRump and his trumpanzee cultists wallow in."


SO I WAS CORRECT IN MY PREVIOUS COMMENT, THE ANTI-AMERICAN RATIONAL NATION USA, aka RN, aka, LES, HAS SAID ABOUT THAT HE WISHES HARM TO THE AMERICAN PRESIDENT AND WOULDN'T MIND IF HE HAD A HEART ATTACK AND DIED!
HOW ANTI- AMERICAN IS THAT?

I WONDER WHET HIS MENTOR SHAW WOULD HAVE SAID IF I WISH DEATH ON HER IDOL BARACK "INSANE" OBAMA?

Jim said...

Good morning LSP. Sounds like you had a pleasant start to the day. Now have a fine feast with your loved ones.

The Egyptian said...

have a great Thanksgiving Parson and blue wonder too, is your son still with you, best to him as well

BTW who the hell is the real dave miller and I hope he reaps what he sows, karma is a bitch. What a way to behave on thanksgiving who ever he is. WOW

LL said...

It's sort of like a Stephen King book where you're out there on a normal day with a normal dog in a normal Texas town - and then a demon appears from a storm drain and starts gnawing on your ankle. And naturally, that's you have Blue Devastator handy - for just that sort of emergency.

Don't be disturbed if the demon's face looks like Hillary's.

gL said...

I love that sun dappled compound at the top, the one with the yard debris. The charming shabbiness, so poetically described, somehow reminds me of the Sun in Splendor pub, in Ladbrook Grove, wasn't it? The shower curtained front windows tend to remind me more of old Detroit however. Cheers.

Ed Bonderenka said...

May you and yours (including Blue Thanksgiving) have a Happy Thanksgiving.

LSP said...

Linda, I had to put him outside during the feast...

LSP said...

Always armed, Juliette, and Blue Aggressor is a force multiplier; protective little fur beast. And for sure, I like that porch too and its owners. Their ambition seems to center on being a perpetual yard sale of broken stuff they've picked up off the street on "garbage day."

Happy Thanksgiving!

LSP said...

And to you, Infidel!

LindaG said...

What? Did Blue Unwelcome for the Feast at least get some good leftovers?

LSP said...

Life For The Tsar, TRDM. Happy Thanksgiving.

LSP said...

I did, Jim, and thank you. Hope you had a great Feast!

LSP said...

Egyptian, I've referred TRDM to Glinka... hope you had a fantastic Thanksgiving!

LSP said...

Yes, it was just like that, LL. One minute you're strolling along, having a larf and the next? A demon from the Pit's gnawing on your thighbone. Not nice.

We saw off aggressors.

LSP said...

Ha, GL! It does look a bit like that, and I'd forgotten the Sun 'til you mentioned it. Ladbroke Grove in the early '80s... good Lord. Then there's Detroit. Good to see your compound's shaping up. #BackBarReally?

LSP said...

And to you, Ed. May God grant you every blessing.