Category Archives: Home life

Dad died

My father, James “Jim” Nelson, has died, at the age of 96, almost 97. His wife of more than 66 years, my mom, died on Thanksgiving Day two and a half years ago. He was not the same after she passed away, but he was a tough old bird that was still going for walks largely unassisted as recently as last year. His recent decline from needing a bit of help, to needing a walker, to needing a wheelchair, to not being able to get out of bed without assistance was relatively rapid. His mother had survived to 99. He died with both my brothers near at hand, as the morning sun peaked above the horizon and into his window, with birds chirping outside on the windowsill. All his children and grandchildren had the chance to see him and say goodbye within the previous 3 days.

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Happy Memorial Day

I know a lot of people who have served, not a whole lot who have died in service. At least one of them I met at Boomershoot, he worked as a precision-shooting instructor/assistant. The US has lost some good men in the last 30 years fighting stupid wars for made-up[ reasons in places we should not have been. As more history of what’s actually been going on behind the scenes gets exposed, the less I I can say this is a great country. Great people, sure, a lot of them, but not such a great country any more. I salute those who joined and  served with the best of intentions, but paid the ultimate price for people how hated them. Continue reading Happy Memorial Day

That time of year- Rhubarb cookies

Rhubarb Cookies

1 cup brown sugar
1 cup granulated sugar
1 cup butter
2 heaping cups thinly sliced rhubarb
2 eggs
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1 cup finely chopped walnuts
4 1/2 cups sifted flour*
1 teaspoon soda
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon salt

Cream together sugars and butter.

Mix in vanilla, and eggs.

Sift together salt, soda, and baking powder into first cup of flour, mix into dough.

Sift in remaining flour a cup at a time, mixing well but not whipping.

Note: it will seem like a pretty dry cookie dough; that’s ok.

Gently mix in rhubarb and walnuts so there are still chunks.

Drop onto cookie sheet in ~ tablespoon-sized glops; I use an ice cream scoop.

Cook at 400 degrees for 12-15 minutes.

Cool on rack.

*I usually use half whole-wheat and half white flour, and you can easily substitute in a half cup of wheat germ or oat bran for a half cup of flour.

Class Reunion

Finally found out something about my upcoming 40th class reunion. Juneau-Douglas HS class of ’83. Someone put together a FB page (but it’s private), and there is also a specific normal web page here jdhs83.com. I’ll see if I can make it. Don’t think I have any conflicts.

Most interesting thing of first note is that there are at least 17 known dead, from a class of about 300. 5.7% have passed already that they know of. According to here, we should expect about ten percent will have passed by the 40th reunion.

I expect if we actually knew the whole number it would be more than ten percent, as the covid gene therapy “vaccine” will likely kill a number of them, too.

Kelly Kettle review / first impressions

I had been intrigued by the Kelly Kettle / Ghillie Kettle a long time, as I had been by rocket stoves and all other sorts of camping / survival gear and fire-related things. (The Kelly and Ghillie are pretty much the same thing, but the KK is a US company, the GK version is a UK company, with slightly different options and variations, such as KK has stainless steel, GK is Aluminum only). It’s a small, simple, wood-burning “debris and twig” system designed to boil water quickly on little fuel, and also do general cooking/heating. The bottom line on that claim to fame: It does boil water very well on little fuel, even poor quality/wet fuel, and is OK as a general twig stove for GP cooking.

Details below. Continue reading Kelly Kettle review / first impressions

Deer Hunting 2022, ammo by L.H. Oswald

And herein we have a hunting tale.

Due to circumstances I won’t go in to, this year I’d be heading down to my normal hunting grounds alone on Friday, for opening day Saturday, but would need to head for home no later than about noon Sunday, unless I got a deer last minute and it took past noon to butcher him. So only one and a half days hunting for this outing. I’d be camping out, and decided to go relatively fast and light, with minimal gear and just driving the Jetta (better fuel mileage). Continue reading Deer Hunting 2022, ammo by L.H. Oswald

Happy 4th, I guess

Another anniversary of the declaration of independence. We’ve made some progress on the freedom front in the last week or two, with court cases like WV v EPA  and NY v Bruen.

But the world is still upside down, vax mandates are still killing people, woke is corrupting everything it touches, conservatives can’t keep Guido “Vivian” VanCreeper out of the girls locker room or from reading to the kids at Drag Queen story hour where the word of the day is “grooming.” Taxes are up, inflation is up, gas is up, the economy is imploding, shortages are everywhere, deflation is queued up to whipsaw things in a few months, and the Biden admin and his handlers are hell-bent on starting WWIII (nuclear edition) in UKR, while importing the entire 3rd world here to collect welfare bennies.

Other nations are spiraling the drain. Sharing vax memes on social media can get your midwife license pulled in Australia, for example. Totalitarianism is not creeping, it’s at full charge in many places.

As one person commented at Gab, “the 4th day of the 7th month just doesn’t hit any more. Feels more like a mom who invites everyone over to celebrate the birthday of her dead child.

Yeah. Kind’a like that.

There are many specific things to be seriously bummed about. World, hell, handbasket, some assembly required. On the flip side, there are only vague and shadowy rumors of what might be going well in the dim shadows of the clandestine war to take the country back from the usurpers and cons and compromised and traitorous.

In spite of all that, I’m actually rather hopeful that a whole lot of things will sort themselves out. Things didn’t look too rosy on December 8th, 1941, either. There is actually a lot of good in the world, and a lot of good people, people are slowly waking up to some of the evils of the world that have been hidden and festering for a long time. The country and the world has a rocky few years ahead. Maybe a rough few decades. But hard times make strong men. Times have been soft here for generations. We’ll muddle through.

Well. Happy 4th.

Magazine limit law

Just for the record, in light of the stupid law signed by Governor MeatPuppet that bans sale, importation, yadda yadda of normal capacity magazine (that they stupidly call “large capacity magazines,” when things like the 30-rnd AR-15 mag has been standard for about sixty years, since before I was born) that comes into effect starting July 1st of this year, I have given a number of my magazines, both for guns I currently own and some I purchases speculatively because of mag limit ban nonsense over the year for guns I thought I might one day buy, so that when they inherit my guns no magazines need be transferred, as they already belong to them.

Now I’m 99% sure this mag ban won’t stand for long, as it clearly violates both the WA state and US constitutional protections, and violates a 5th Circuit decision striking down a nearly identical magazine ban (which is now in conflict with the 9th Circuit decision, meaning the SCOTUS will likely hear them next season), but just in case…. the mags in the house and storage and elsewhere are not all mine at this time, even if I bought them.

Just so you know.

And the ‘rona moves on

It is Sunday night. Almost exactly one week ago, late in the night of last Sunday, the first symptoms of Covid19 showed up in my life. The timing was sort of a bummer, as this weekend was boomershoot, and I would have been driving over Thursday and camping out. I decided the wisest course of action was to not stress myself, and to not possibly spread it to others or even make them nervous when they were off having a good time whacking boomers, so I stayed home. Continue reading And the ‘rona moves on