First, I want to encourage everyone to register to vote, if you have not done so already. You can easily register, or check your registration, at VoteSaveAmerica, where information is available for all states in the country.
If you want to be politically active between now and election day, November 3, there are volunteer opportunities on the site, too.
Our government is supposed to be by the people and for the people, and it hasn’t been focused on that vision in some time. If you’d like to see some new blood in Washington, now is the time to get out and vote.
Okay. That concludes our un-paid political advertisement.
I started some new treatments for my Trigeminal Neuralgia, which my neurologist thinks has morphed into Complex Regional Pain Syndrome (CRPS), and so far it has not gone well. I’ve had lots of flaring pain since last Thursday, so I haven’t been able to work on my new book, or take care of much business.
I’ll turn the blog over to Slim Randles for a guest spot, but first I want to remind everyone who is interested in getting Desperate Season, the third book in the Seasons Mystery Series.
If you want to be assured of getting a copy, you can pre-order the e-book for only $1.99. But if you are a gambler, you can enter the Goodreads giveaway for a chance to win a copy.
The giveaway ends on October 1, and the book releases on October 2, which happens to be my son David’s birthday. I picked that day on purpose because he has helped me with research for this mystery series, as well as One Small Victory.
Now, here’s Slim.
Before you know it, it’ll be time to say goodbye to Fluffy for the winter months. Now most of us love dogs and cats and horses. But why do we limit ourselves to having these for pets? It just doesn’t make any sense. For me, Fluffy is really an ideal pet. For one thing, I don’t have to feed him. Not at all. You see, Fluffy is a lizard. A real lizard.
He learned from his lizard mom and dad how to snarf up bugs and blink his eyes and do push-ups on rocks. Honest. I didn’t have to teach him that at all. Also, I don’t have to build him a house or fix him a bed in our house, because Fluffy prefers to live in the back yard in the woodpile. I mean, this is one self-sufficient pet we’re talking about here!
Now Fluffy isn’t perfect. You see, I can call the dog and the dog will come, and I can rattle the cat food bag and the cat will come, but Fluffy has this heightened sense of independence. That means he’s able to ignore me just about any time he wants to. It’s an American trait, of course.
The main reason Fluffy is my pet lizard is how much fun he is for the neighbor kids and my grandchildren. They come over and talk to him and, if he’s in a good mood and it’s a warm day, he might do push-ups for them.
Also, it makes my grandchildren look at me kinda funny when I talk about Fluffy and what he told me just yesterday.
And what other pet automatically recreates itself every few years without us even realizing it?
Try that with a poodle sometime.
Brought to you to honor those masked folks who wait on us in the coffee shops and take our temperature at the doctor’s office. Thank you for your courage.
Check out all of Slim’s award-winning books at his Goodreads Page and in better bookstores and bunkhouses throughout the free world.
All of the posts here are from his syndicated column, Home Country that is read in hundreds of newspapers across the country. I am always happy to have him share his wit and wisdom here.
Slim Randles is a veteran newspaperman, hunting guide, cowboy and dog musher. He was a feature writer and columnist for The Anchorage Daily News for ten years and guided hunters in the Alaska Range and the Talkeetna Mountains. A resident of New Mexico now for more than thirty years, Randles is the prize-winning author of a dozen books, and is host of two podcasts and a television program.
That’s all from me for today. Please do leave a comment and let me know what you think of Slim’s special pet. Until next time, be well, be safe, be happy.