Hang on to the passenger grab straps. I was going to wax loquaciously about another perfect August day in Wisconsin. As I reviewed the day I realized there would be hybridization between the weather and waht are you doing today.
I will take you on a verbose and circuitous journey that hopefully you will enjoy.
53 at dawn with a bell clear sky, slowly warming to 81 in mid afternoon with scattered cumulus clouds, low humidity, and plenty of sun to initiate some splendid thermals. The air borne creatures responded with gusto to the light flight conditions. Everything from Great Spangled Fritillaries, to Turkey Vultures, Red Tails, and Bald Eagles were soaring with a Summer joy to gladden the heart of us mere Earth bound humans.
Late in the afternoon, I was mowing the rimfire range, and I found my mind wandering as minds are prone to do.
Sue and I had earlier made a run to Joann's Fabrics to get some material for a garden art project we are collaborating on. The closest Joann's is in Lake Delton. Our route to Lake Delton took us through Wisconsin Dells, a City that bills itself as The Waterpark Capitol of the World. I glanced to my right into one of the waterparks that line the main drag of Highway 23 and saw a strip of black fabric that disappeared between the twin globes of a Kardashianesque wine glass platform. Newton's 3rd law was reaffirmed with certainty. When the displayer turned I observed a view of pulchritude that Rally would have had to consign to the discard pile. The amount of wax that must have be used would have easily made two or three sticks of conventional bullet lube. The thought of recycling the contaminated wax and the difficulty involved in straining out the errant fibers gave me pause. Then, in a moment of inspiration, I thought maybe leaving the fibers in the wax would work much like 4 aught steel wool to remove traces of lead left by previous rounds.
A mind is a terrible thing to waste.