Soundtracks to my Life

Based on a Calvin and Hobbes strip, I have often wondered if I had to choose a soundtrack that would represent my life what would it be. Rock, country, classical, or ??? There is so much good music out there, but that is not the exercise. Finding one that would represent me as a person. Not different stages in my life, but rather the total sum of who I am. What would be yours, reader? What music, when boiled down, would be an accurate representation of who you are, who you were, and who you will be? Think about that and get back to me.
Camping was good this past weekend, except for Monday. Had a case of stomach flu that put me down for the count. I was in bed from 1:00 pm to 5:00 pm and then from 7:30 pm until 6:30 am. Not fun. But other than the mosquitoes, I had a great time. New trailer is rather spacious - it better be for 31 feet long. Something I said I would never do, we did - i.e. the trailer.
Abby and Tuck had a great time, I believe. They played well and love to sit around and dig in the dirt. Tuck found the biting ants and then freaked every time he saw another. He counseled me at each siting,"Dada, watch out for the biting ants." It will not surprise me if he becomes some sort of animal veterinarian; he loves bugs and animals. Abigail on the other hand screamed almost causing a wreck whilst I was driving a 4x4 road when a bumble bee landed on her. She does not like bugs.
Be back soon.

Trailer Woes and New Bows

Got a trip planned this weekend - Memorial Day. I don't think that anyone else will be traveling. I am sure that most folks will avoid traveling on the holiday weekend, they'll travel the weekend after or something like that. I am quite sure it will be smooth sailing.
Plans are to meet at Big Meadows and camp up behind the Horse Corrals. I might find time to shoot my new bow. PSE X-Force. It is supposed to shoot 350 f.p.s. However, in reading some articles, it may not be the most forgiving bow. We shall see this weekend, when I put a couple of hundred arrows through it.

Things that Go Bump in the Night

For a while now, I have not been sleeping all that well. Probably the stress of opening a new business. Payroll alone is giving me fits. As for things that go bump in the night, that was me last night at 12, 2, 4, and 6 AM. Always up and all ways hitting or stepping on something. I keep telling myself it will all work out, but this adventure is keeping me up at night.
Luckily for me, I have a very supportive woman that I love dearly. I can do no wrong in her eyes. Knowing that helps ease the strain somewhat, but it is always there - boiling right under the surface. I know it will pay off in the end; however, the beginning is what will drive a man to the watering hole.
In discussing this with some of my opposing counsel, they have all said to a man that I have done some good hiring. I think so too...now if we can generate enough cash to make this venture pay off. It is the overhead that makes me batty. How to cut it back is the key question. I know that there are certain ways we can reduce the overhead, but the backlash will be rather substantial. That is going to be a key factor in whether I am successful or not in this business. Much like Solomon, I pray for wisdom to make intelligent decisions.

Stress, Strain, and Single Malt Scotch

Well readers, I am back. After a somewhat lengthy blog hiatus, I have returned with an absolute lack of interest in doing anything whatsoever. Right about now, communism sounds pretty damn good to me. The thought that I could live off the labor of others while working in the communal fields every once in a while does sound rather inviting. I would like to be the communal hunter, providing meat or fish for the bellies of my oppressed brethren. The likelihood of such an event is remote, but a man can dream can't he?...
I have opened a new office in Fresno. Hired a new attorney, a paralegal, and a secretary. If you want to lose weight rapidly, start a new business venture. Such things will drive a man to drink, and right now I am working on two fingers of 15 year old single malt, The Balvenie. Distilled in 1990 and bottled in 2005, it is a work of art. Slight hints of honey and vanilla, with an oak-like finish at the end. I do believe that this is one of my favorites.
I have several other types in my liquor globe. I have some Irish whiskies, and some American Bourbons. But the Scotch is my favorite. Sometimes I wonder if that makes me sound like a whisky snob. Then I think to myself, who cares. On hand at the moment, I have the following: Glenfiddich, The Glenlivit, Laphroaig, The Macallan, and Highland Park. I have some Bushmills and Crown Royal as well, but those don't hold sway over me like the others. Should anyone ever ask about what to start with, I would suggest to go with the oldest you are able to afford. Younger whiskys are cheaper for the obvious reasons, but if you are able try and get something 12 years or more old.
In my experience, blended whiskys and young single malts, i.e. less than 7 years old, burn the tip of the tongue. Middle age single malts, i.e. 8 - 12 years, burn the back of the tongue. Older single malts warm up the chest, and therein lies the draw. It is not a whisky I would buy to get drunk, although if you consume enough you can do it very easily. I would buy it for the experience.
On my fortieth birthday, I am hoping to find an old bottle of single malt, i.e. 25 - 30 years old, for the celebration. We shall see what dreams may come.
Time to roll on out of here....back sooner rather than later.