Sunday, March 29, 2020

Sunday Sermonette

Ask and Ye Shall Receive

That's from the Good Book, isn't it? I thought that it might be appropriate for a Sunday Sermonette.

When I have written of shoveling snow at the White Wolf Mine, a number of you scoffed at me. SCOFFED. 

"You need a snow blower, LL," was the common rant and refrain.

Now that winter has passed, I bought one, with a 28" wide scoop barely used, from a neighbor who is moving to a retirement situation. It has an electric start and looks to have enough industrial muscle to handle Arizona snow. The most fallen in a single event in memory here was five feet, and that was a decade ago, back before global warming threatened all of us who survive the pandemic.

I thought that $400 was a good price and when I die, I'm sure that my kids will include the snow blower when they auction off the hovel. I know that Sears sells Craftsman snow blowers for a lot more money than that, so I don't feel as though I was taken advantage of. They're $1050 plus tax at Lowes and refurbished, they're over $800. 

So cool I can hardly wait for winter to return.

Throwing Caution to the Wind

Like snow, blasted from the blower, I went with pasta (full of carbs) and shrimp (not full of carbs) for supper last night. Fredd, let Aunt Sally eat her heart out. It's not barely defrosted corn dogs and beer. 

Adrienne and some of the rest of you have been goading me with your delicious quarantine meals and I wanted you to know that I could respond. No, it's not cooking with LSP. I can't hope to match his culinary skills (but advice from Blue Centurion is his secret weapon).

Saving the Planet

Got a cough? Need ten million surgical masks? I'm your guy.

www.globalstrategiesmedical.com Ventilators are coming on line shortly. We also are selling COVID 19 test kits, not on the website. Minimum order 100,000, but they are the good ones that you can use at home. A drop of your precious blood and 15 minutes later you'll know.

In a world where such things are hard to come by, I have them. Yes, I feel a bit like Corporal King (Rat) in the James Clavell novel by the same name.

Pricing floats on supply and demand. Lock in an order and I'll give you a price. Ask and ye shall receive.