Rusty's Armory

Woden, and Other Lesser Gods.

Posted on October 30, 2019

Well the day set aside for another lesser god, good old Woden, rolls around cold and rainy.  Why it went from Wodensday to Wednesday is probably another thrilling bunny trail to chase down, but I plan on skipping that excursion this morning. 

I had a miserable night of it and was a little glad when daylight rolled around and I could get up from the misery.  I am not really all that enamored with old age, but what am I going to do about it?  It’s here.  Deal with it.

Snook had already started the coffee going, and so I padded down to the studio to open the blinds and wake the PC to check the overnights while waiting for it to brew.  Game playing in DC.  Misbehavin’ jocks everywhere and wholesale killin’ in the cities.  Parents killin’ children in the boondocks.  But buried in the mornings march of human debris were births, birthday celebrations and other chronicles of life’s small victories, and so it wasn’t all in vain.

Snook had just ordered new checks, and apparently the checks had a mistake in the bank coding, so I am dealing with an unhappy internet provider who primly informs me that they are holding a returned check.  The bank was supposed to clear those checks and issue a new pad of blank checks, but the youngster on the other end is unsympathetic and informs me that they are going to have to charge me an extra $25 for the bum check, but maybe the bank can refund the $25 bucks since it was their mistake.  I resist my first impulse to upbraid this snotty little Millennial, but what the hey.  Chump change.  And I am the chump.

So as I sip coffee and munch on sugar cookies this morning with eight hungry canine eyes watching every chomp, I muse.

The latter rains are welcome here, though they also bring the cold with them.  Like the land, I learn to quietly endure the drought until the rains come.  And so the day unfolds.

Good morning!