Clean It Up

 

Here's the thing. It's great having a Compound, it really is, but they have this tendency to turn into Jungle Warfare Training Schools. Trees fall down, Trumpet Vine takes over, hedges go wild and before you know it the whole thing's a right mess. And that's a bad witness, so what to do?

Thank God a couple of good men from Mission #2 turn up with truck, trailer and industrial grade tools, not least a chainsaw. Slice that fallen pecan wood up, boys, and they did. So on we worked, clearing up the grounds.

One of the men founded Dallas SWAT and subsequently worked in local LE. His method? "Issue as few warrants as possible," ie, sort it out locally. What a good man and a great cop.

Thanks guys, the Compound's clean now,

LSP

Let's Just Relax

 

Relax? Yes indeed, good Lord we all know we need it, and here's Ray Wylie Hubbard.

"Are you absolutely sure, LSP, can you claim this, are you not from the twin cities of Oxford and St. Petersburg?" Well yes, of course I am, via Denton, Texas. And does Texan ancestry count on your Mother's side, a bit like Judaism, perhaps? Of course it does.

That is all,

LSP

Work Day

 

One of the things that happens here is we have a Men's Breakfast which meets once a month. The men of Mission #2 meet up for breakfast burritos, tasty, and enjoy each other's company, good Christian fellowship.

Today everyone converged on Mission #1 for the usual tasty burritos and then some work on the grounds. Pressure washing, hedge trimming, my task, and all of that. They worked hard, what good guys.

Then it was over, around Noon, and we celebrated with a cold beer on a tailgate. And all was well with the world, at least this little part of it. Great result, so there you have it.

God bless,

LSP

The Dog Is Free - In Mem Blue

Just a quick blast from the archive. I miss that Blue.

Always,

LSP