Stop Whining And Complete The Mission

I was sitting in the front office porch of the Compound drinking coffee and feeling sorry for myself, all because an appellate court had ruled against our diocese and I was looking down the barrel of being down one house and two churches. Whine, whine, whine.

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Then a churchperson showed up for a talk and unwound about some of the things he'd experienced in Vietnam as a Crew Chief. Horrific and Hell don't do it justice, no fooling. 

That put things into perspective and I didn't feel so miserable after the Chief's tale.

Motorcycle Hippy

In related news, the same man once chased a crew of motorcycle hippies out of his stock tank a while back. The thieving hippies were probably chancing it out of Austin and landed in the wrong territory.

Moral of the story? Stop whining, the mission continues.

LSP

Vicarious Duck Hunting

"I'm off to the lease early," said my philisophical pal, GWB, "So I can shoot some ducks and get back to the metrosprawl for Mass." And that's what he did, see above.

I wanted to join in, too, but couldn't because of a funeral and a wedding, to say nothing of a burned hand. Speaking of which, my old friend, VCC (Veteran Crew Chief), who once turned out a roving band of motorcycle hippies from his stock tank, asked me how the hand was doing.

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"How's that hand, LSP?"

"Better, but here's my advice."

"What's that?"

"Don't pour boiling oil on your fingers. If you do, they're good for nothing."

"Hey, you can always eat them."

A Typical Motorcycle Hippy

VCC tells me he enjoyed Laos, Cambodia and helicopters but didn't much like the military, or motorcycle hippies chancing it out of Austin. Regardless, for me, the hunting's vicarious. That will change.

Get out in the field.

LSP