Monday, September 8, 2025

Would You Buy...


...a used car from this man?  

That's failed VP candidate and current Virginia senator Tim Kaine, democrat, during a recent <senate foreign relations hearing>.

They were assessing nominees for various positions in the Trump administration.

One of the nominees is a man named Riley Barnes, who in his statement to the committee said this:

“We are a nation founded on a powerful principle, and that powerful principle is that all men are created equal, because our rights come from God our Creator – not from our laws, not from our governments.”

Intelligent folk might recognize that from the 2nd paragraph of <The Declaration Of Independence>.

Hardly a controversial statement here in America, right?

It elucidates the principles upon which our country is founded.

Enter genius level senator Kaine - who by the way, hails from the same state as Thomas Jefferson, author of our Declaration Of Indpendence.

Kaine replied:

"The notion that rights don’t come from laws and don’t come from the government, but come from the Creator... that’s what the Iranian government believes...the statement that our rights do not come from our laws or our governments is extremely troubling."

Reading Kaine's response puts me in mind of God's question to Job:

"Who is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge?"

    - Job 38:2

That Kaine is an ignoramus is self-evident, and yes, I chose that term specifically because it's the same one Jefferson used when he penned:

"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights; that among these are Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness..."

Self-evident:  intuitively obvious to even the most casual observer.

Unless, apparently, you're a democrat:

- the party of slavery in the 1800's - it was republican president Abraham Lincoln who freed the slaves;

- the party of segregation in the 1900's - it was a democrat who proclaimed <segregation now, segregation tomorrow, and segregation forever>; it was a democrat who <barred black students from a white high school>; and it was the democrats who <opposed the 1960's voting rights act>;

- the party of abortion today - 83% of democrats are pro-abortion.

All those beliefs stand in direct opposition to our founding.

Why?

To be ok with killing babies in utero, you must believe they're less than human, so it's fine for you to deprive them of the God given right to Life.

The same is true with slavery, because you're affirming they do not have a God given right to Liberty.

And also with segregation when you deprive them of the God given right to the Pursuit of Happiness.

So back to the essence of my original query:

Do you trust this democrat senator?

Or his party?

With anything?


In the "Exciting News" department, Karen found our next house:


It's a humble dwelling, only 2 bedrooms and 2 baths, but it's nicely appointed.


Lots of windows and who doesn't like spiral staircases, right?


Furnishings need an upgrade but it's an inviting open concept.

Best feature?

Comes with a little land in a pleasant setting...about 40 acres or so.



And you do have your own private beach, so that's a plus.



That's it tucked away in a beautiful wooded setting:

the shaded red line area is where we have to cut down the trees...why live on the shore when you can't see the water?


And I surmise from the listing it comes with its own bumble bee.


Now if I can just remember where I left that cool million...


...we'll be on our way.

It's gotta be around here somewhere.


I was just getting ready to tee off on #5 on Ryan's Hickory Links the other day.


It's one of 2 holes with a water hazard:


The other one is #6, which comes back the other way:

gonna hafta talk to management about keeping non-players off the greens

Anyway, I've got my lofting iron in hand, focusing on a smooth swing and making solid contact so I don't drop it in the drink, when I hear something behind me.


Turned around and saw this guy staring at me.

"Hey," I said in my best New York accent, "what are you looking at?

"I'm golfin' here!"

He just kept munching on some leaves, then eventually wandered down into the woods.

Kids these days.


It's time for everyone's fave, the HGU.

it's been awhile since we've seen these guys

This was the last of my "3 day summer weekends"; it's how I take much of my vacation time since Karen and I prefer "staycations" to traveling...and I get to walk 9 early on Monday mornings.

After this week it's back to 5 day work weeks and publishing this blog on the weekends; whatever hickory golf is left in this rapidly disappearing season will be on a catch as catch can basis.

Mr. Moon was there to greet me when I teed off...


...and it was a chilly - 44 degrees - but enjoyable stroll through the countryside.

After a good drive to kick off the round, I foozled my 2nd shot and ended up with a double bogey, so right away I'm down 1.

Righted the ship through 6, however, going bogey, bogey, par, bogey, par, and that was the match, 4 and 3.

7 is unplayable at that time of the morning...sun is directly in your eyes and you truly can't see a thing.

So with the match won, I retreated to the far edges of the fairway seeking shade from which to hit, and treated it as practice.

8 is a par 5 with an elevated tee and had my best drive of the morning, 200 yards straight away, followed by a decent short spoon to here:


40 yards from the green but managed a solid strike with my lofter which easily cleared the water, and then just as easily cleared the green.

Chalking it up to adrenaline, I found it in the weeds and forced an awkward hit onto the green and watched it roll off the other side.

3 to get down from there, so my 2nd double bogey.

Salvaged 9 with a bogey on the way out and thought how lovely to spend this crisp September morning...


...with my hickories on the links.

September is so delightful, if only it would hang around for the next 3 or 4 months!


Let's 23 Skidoo, shall we?

Larry sent me some shots of the moon rising over the lake.  I think this is my favorite due to the blue sky contrasting with the dark woods...


...but gotta love the spooky vibes of this one, too.


another pic of our meandering buck

An early fall stroll through some of Karen's garden spots...

always a good idea


the hares hiding out with the peacock


black eyed susans hanging on for the time being


dreaming of summer days


rose of sharon still doing well


the hollyhocks staged a late season comeback


Rusty the frog and whatever those puffy purple things are, chillin' by the pond


One of my grandsons is getting married next month, so Karen put us back on a diet.

Don't know why, really...I thought I looked pretty good...


...though it's possible I could be wrong.

I think I've done pretty well so far...

IOU's are perfectly legal tender as ruled in Wimpy v Geezil, Sweethaven, 1935

...though I will admit it hasn't been perfect.

Hopefully I'll pass muster for my grandson's upcoming nuptials.

More importantly, I pray he'll do his best to follow God's command to every husband:

"Husbands, love your wives even as Christ also loved the church, and gave Himself for it..."

    - Ephesians 5:25

It's the pathway to a happy union.

later, mcm fans...



Monday, September 1, 2025

Happy Labor Day, Y'all..


...and a shout out to all the men and women who built this country and keep it running every day.

For many years the common wisdom stated a college degree was the only pathway to success.

Even comedian Jeff Foxworthy of "you might be a redneck" fame made fun of working class men when he quipped...


..."He's headed for a career with his name on his shirt".

Obviously that attitude was nonsense and over time produced a generation of liberal arts college graduates drowning in debt while spending their work day asking if you want fries with that value meal.

I'm happy my collar was blue for awhile as I worked in orchards and factories, drove tractors and trucks, shipped packages, received freight and roughnecked on oil rigs.


Eventually I did manage to cram 4 years of college into 12, taking classes nights and part time while working and raising a family.

And while it's true most of my career has been in the white collar world of IT...

 
...I hold in high regard those skilled laborers who traffic in the nuts and bolts of life:

Farmers, builders, truckers, mechanics, plumbers, electricians, repairmen...all the folks who provide goods and services whenever and wherever needed.

Foxworthy also said, "Look where Jesus went to pick people.  He didn't go to the colleges; He got guys off the fishing docks".

So raise a glass of whatever it is you're drinking -


- and offer a toast of thanks to the working (wo)man.

Happy Labor Day 2025!


Along with Labor Day we welcome September, a truly wonderful month in which I could live all year long.

Gotta love crisp mornings in the 40's by the fire...


...and warm afternoons in the 60's, lots of sunshine, long shadows, changing colors, apple pie and coffee...


...and oh yeah...Fall golf, the absolute best.

I could go on (and on), but you get the idea.

Only problem?

Two things, actually:

1) Doesn't last long enough  -and-

2) It's a daylight thief.

On September 1st we have 13 hours and 12 minutes of daylight.

By September 30th we're down to 11 hours and 49 minutes.

Action point: get busy and enjoy this spectacular month!


Mentioned last week Karen and I were headed north on a one day quest.

Our destination:


And our objective:

 
A beautiful 1960's Martin MCM fireplace.

Love the medieval knight emblem they included on all their models:


We'd been using an old outdoor firepit with a gas log set to keep the bonus room heated...


...which was functional but ugg-lee.

Since we paid my grandson to finish the ceiling in there this summer, we decided to up our game with a true mid century modern classic.

finally, Sir Kitschalot has a pal

The 450+ mile round trip made for a long day, but was definitely worth it.


Wonder how much better I might be at hickory golf...


...if I'd skipped over the nonsense and went directly to my "eureka!" moments.

For several years I approached hickory as if it was modern golf.

I carried all my bad habits from that and applied them to my new hobby with predictable results.

Eventually I stumbled across Harry Vardon's book...


...and finally fixed my grip, stance and swing for hickory clubs.

And it was a year and a half ago an offhand comment from a club seller led me to pre-1900 hickory golf.

Lots of experimentation and trial and error followed before I finally settled into a routine.

Which is not to say everything is now set in stone, but what if I'd started years ago by reading Vardon's book and using my pre-1900 playset?

l to r: long spoon, short spoon, lofting iron, putter

I'd have all the same time / talent / age limitations, but gotta believe I'd be farther down the road than I am now.

How's that for a long winded intro to this week's HGU?

teeing off 5 minutes before sunrise

It was such an enjoyable outing, it made me wish I'd started this adventure correctly years ago, and so could have experienced more rounds like this.

When you're playing from the fairway instead of dropping new balls because the one you hit is now hopelessly lost in the hinterlands...


...this game can be sublime.

For the record it was a win, 5 and 4, but today that wasn't even the point.

From the cool of the morning and the dewy grass, to the swing of my clubs and flight of the ball, it was a little solitude, a little exercise and a very enjoyable stroll through the countryside.


Which drops us squarely in the middle of 23 Skidoo:

democrat-think


sunset on the lake at Larry's cottage...



...and sunrise.  he's got some wonderful scenery and a good eye.


and as mean as ever


strawberry transformation almost complete


Karen's transforming a few into dried flowers so we can enjoy them over the winter


while moving totes around I came across this chess set I bought as a gift but apparently never gave away...wonder who got gypped that year?


a course in Switzerland where they're playing the European Masters championship...what a spectacular view


Labor Day hobo dinner



My effusive praise for Autumn notwithstanding, I have to admit to a pang of sorrow at summer's too soon departure:


summer's end
(yours truly, copyright 2022)
 
in the fading days of august near the end of summer's reign,
when melancholy scents the air and daylight starts to wane,

with autumn waiting in the wings to dance across life's stage,
it's then I long to turn the hands of time to June again.

delights of summer beckoned yet amid the lengthening days,
verdant frolics called to us from summer's lazy haze.

a morning round of hickory golf, a sunset by the shore,
gardening with my better half, a summer evening storm.

but time raced on so quickly and days flew by too fast,
the joys that once were future soon segued to our past.

and now we greet fair autumn, possessed of fall delights.
but O!  I'll miss those clarion days and clement summer nights.



As we turn the page on yet another summer, I'm reminded of Ecclesiastes, King Solomon's "travelogue" where he documents, for better and worse, his journey from jaded disillusionment to blessed enlightenment.

In chapter 3 he laments this cyclical nature of life and our seasons "under the sun"; the repetitive refrain, not just of winter, spring, summer and autumn, but of birth and death, love and hate, war and peace.

But his is one of those stories where you must read all the way to the end, because his winding path eventually rises above the depressing refrain of "vanity of vanities; all is vanity!" and finally arrives at Divine Truth:

"12  And further, by these, my son, be admonished: of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.

"13  Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter:  Fear God, and keep His commandments; for this is the whole duty of man."

    - Ecclesiastes 12:12,13

Amen to that.

later, mcm fans...