High Water Pants

My wife watches the shopping channels. Some have clothes, which I assume are fashionable, but I've noticed many are high water pants. We had those when I was a kid, except they were generally not preferred, since they were either a hand-me-down, or all that could be acquired by a parent struggling. I guess I'm not sophisticated enough. Still, regardless of fashion, they're high water pants.

Electric Flops

According to a news report I read, automobile manufacturers are taking a huge hit on manufacturing things that people don't want. They took the gamble, eliminated some of revenues of those investing in the companies, and pretty well indicated foolishness seems to abound in corporate America. Regardless of the hype about electric vehicles, they aren't wanted, become even less wanted when the limitations are exposed, and only those with more money than sense will pay the cost for a what is basically a very expensive toy.

Well, It Looked Liked It Worked Awhile

 I had a ganglion cyst surgically removed from my wrist over a year ago. The other day, I noticed it has returned. According to my surgeon, it was a possibility, but highly unlikely. According to my wrist, he didn't get the root. So, now I wait to see if it causes enough pain to seek professional help for removal. I think I'll seek another doctor. 

In The Palmetto Flat

 It's been years since I squirrel hunted. It was once a yearly thing, since Texas has a season on the critters, and hunting them alone was a peaceful trek into the woods of the Big Thicket. That, and a properly prepared squirrel and sausage gumbo is a tasty treat. 

I remember one early Fall day when I trekked into an area to see if I could find some squirrels. It was still, cloudy, and the fall leaves occasionally fell from the trees. My footsteps seemed loud, and I had to move slowly to prevent startling the prey I sought. As I moved through the woods, I came upon a palmetto flat. At about a half acre, and with the ground damp, I silently started crossing toward the hardwood trees on the other side. There would be acorns and maybe some squirrels. 

I was halfway in crossing, when I head the rustling in the edge of the woods. Unlike a small animal, the rustling was loud and made by more than one animal. I could see over the palmettos, so I looked toward the sounds, but could only see the tops of the palmettos moving from what was below. 

I had a shotgun, but it was filled with bird shot, and would be useless against what I now suspected. It was only moments before I smelled their foul smell and grunts as they rooted through the palmettos. I knew there were feral pigs in the woods, but at my disadvantage, I knew I should have strapped something more substantial to my hip. 

I stood completely still. I knew that if I could smell them, they probably wouldn't wind me, since they came from the upwind side. I waited as they moved along only a few yards from where I stood. I couldn't see them, but had my shotgun ready if they came upon me. I had no idea if they would just move along if they found me, or I would soon be involved in a life struggle against a drove of pissed off hogs.

I didn't need to find out. They passed near, but out of my sight and soon were back into the woods. I waited until I couldn't hear them any longer, made my way out of the palmettos the same way I came, and eventually was out of the woods where I started. 

I think the worst part was knowing I had nowhere to run. That, and the nearest tree was farther than I could outrun a drove of pigs. I chalked it up to experience and made a note on how not to hunt where I didn't have an escape.

It's Easy to Explain

People aren't buying homes. They're too expensive, overpriced, the interest rate for mortgages is too high, and the economy is looking flakey. There, I've explained the problem and regardless of what some think, all the government meddling anticipated will only make it worse. That's what caused the problem. 

Do I get some kind of reward for my simple explanation? After all, people are getting paid the big bucks for long articles, graphs, and tons of BS that have the same explanation.