El Jefe is back from yet another trip, this time to Kerrville to take the Heir to camp. Our cats MILO, FLINKY and SUNSHINE are looking at SWMBO and I like we have flipped-out.
We were guests at a marvelous ranch last night, out near Bandera. 2 or 3,000 acres, a couple of lakes, camels, buffalo, horses and a beautiful home. We drove around on one of the ranch jeeps and explored before driving up to camp this morning. Except for us and the ranch manager, I don't think there was a soul on the place. It was gorgeous.
I have just finished up reading Mark Winegardner's The Godfather Returns (sort of a midquel filling-in gaps between Mario Puzo's The Godfather and the various Godfather films). SWMBO has threatened to have me whacked if I don't stop it with the mobster talk.
I need to catch up on more serious reading. The headlines from Iraq are certainly very Godfather like. Al-Zarqawi sleeps with the fishes, and the very same day, the Sunnis and Shiites amazingly solve their political problems and form a government, which they had been unable to do for months. Then a bunch of other rebels get offed or put in the slammer, and in a goodwill gesture, others get let out. Sounds like some kind of deal was made by somebody. Don Corleone would approve, and so does El Jefe.
I have to do some SERIOUS work this week, but I promise to try to get back on some blogging soon.