It's FREEZING

It wasn't easy driving to the Open Range Cowboy Church men's breakfast this morning. That's because this part of Texas is now a frozen tundra. 

Look, A Leering Liar

Seriously, it's freezing, the heat's on in the house and everyone's wearing fleeces and down vests. May in Texas, go figure. You'd think, wouldn't you, that the sheer volume of hot, stinking  air coming out  Lyin' Comey, Congress, globalist NWO RINOS and their agitprop shills in the media would warm the atmos rather than chill it, but no.

The Russians Did It

Regardless, this rarely read mind blog isn't about the devolution of civil discourse and politics in what passes for Western Civ at this point in time, no, it's about the weather. And I tell you, it's FREEZING, for Texas.

Cozy Compound

The fires are lit here at the Compound and the team's about to sit down for a warming bowl of chili and cornbread.We will survive this freeze and emerge from the igloo strengthened in spirit. Seeing Goofy Lyin' Comey in jail won't hurt either.

Snowmobiles Forever,

LSP

Breakfast And Fish

One of the things I like to do is go to the local Cowboy Church's men's breakfast. They're good guys who aren't afraid of their faith and I always leave uplifted in spirit. Speaking of which, one of the cowboys had lifted up his Jeep, it's called Bad Santa.

After a frugal meal of scrambled eggs, biscuits and gravy, I went fishing with a couple of the breakfasteers on Lake Whitney, on a boat. It was neat to scud over the choppy water at speed, with the spray and the wind whipping past. Similar, in a way, to an all out run on a horse; a whole lot of speed. I like that.

We cast about in coves, inlets and along sand bars and banks but the going was slow. Then Seagulls appeared, feasting on baitfish and sure enough, a school of Sand Bass wasn't far behind. There they were, churning up the water in a ferocious feeding frenzy.

Brisk action and it was catch as fast you could cast and then the Sandies were gone, surging after their prey. We got on them, along with a few Stripers, two more times before they disappeared into the depths. Big fun.

Then it was time to head back to the Compound, mission accomplished.

Thanks, JH and SO. Great result.

Fish on,

LSP

It's Dark and Stormy, on the Edge of Time

Driving on the Edge, on the Edge of Time

Lightning, rain, darkness. Just another typical day on the edge of time, except for thunder, which was weirdly missing. One cup of hot tea later and the power went down, which meant shaving by flashlight before climbing into a storm-tossed rig to the eerie cries of terrified peacocks and the forlorn howling of Blue Raskolnikov. 

The Wire

Thirty minutes of apocalyptic driving later I reached my objective, the Cowboy Church's men's prayer breakfast. And I was glad I went, because the cowboys are alright and you always, in my experience, get a good "message." This morning's was on forgiveness; don't hold bitterness, anger and resentment in your heart or it'll chew you up and spit you out. The Gospel's pretty emphatic on that theme.

A Typical Day in Wales

It was light by the time breakfast was over, and I looked out across the wire at rain-soaked Texas. It was like Wales, in August.

Be safe,

LSP

Gone to the Dogs

There's a good new tradition here - ecumenical dog trials, which take place at the local Cowboy Church's arena. Our Mission provided the food; pulled pork and brisket today and very tasty it was too.

So was the canine action, with plenty of sharp work between the hooves. The average score came in at around 7 minutes and 30 points, with the best achieving double that in the same time. I'd say the skills are similar but it's altogether more high energy than the sheep variant, not that there's anything wrong with that either.

After the dogs it was down to the hospital to visit the sick, say Evening Prayer then visit the horses. They seemed well; I'm looking forward to working with the new mare tomorrow after Mass.

Cheers,

LSP