It has oftentimes been said winter time in South Dakota USA gets so cold it will freeze the balls on a brass monkey, which sounds like a very serious thing for the monkey. This top picture shows what a brass monkey is, it has the cannonballs piled on it. If the balls are frozen it makes going to war with your Canon a slight problem you would have to get your balls loose from The Brass Monkey first.
This picture shows three monkeys who have been left out on a long cold South Dakota winter night. Nights are extremely long. Many weather forecasters have warned through the years if you have brass monkeys, better bring them in tonight, evidently, these three monkeys were left out in the long cold night.
There was a misprint on this picture it was actually taken in Arlington, South Dakota USA. It shows me casually reading the morning Argus Leader.
Post about Proclivity
My wife has a proclivity to play the slot machines, it is so much easier in this modern day and age. You just push a button instead of pulling a big old handle on the right side of the machine, that had a tendency to create blisters. She wore a glove on her right hand in those old-time casino days. The right arm was much larger then! Her slot proclivity in a way has some good points. She is on oxygen 24/7 but while playing the slots she doesn’t need oxygen because she holds her breath waiting for a jackpot.
After she starts turning blue the oxygen is a very Handy Backup and starts flowing for a few seconds. Cost-wise I would rather buy huge tanks of oxygen and stay home although she uses a lot more oxygen at home. She takes deep breaths while constantly asking me what I have planned for the day? I better say taking you to the casino, of course, Dear while that menacing larger right arm is raised above the oxygen hose.
I had a proclivity for bourbon and Branch water at one time. Some proclivities can be downright enjoyable. Marriage vows have a tendency to alter and sometimes completely change or destroy proclivities for some. My wife has started thinking I now have a proclivity towards meticulousness or an adherence to technicalities simply because I think the milk should be put back in the refrigerator after breakfast.
I think I will go against all trends, swim against the current, and concentrate on a simple life with no thoughts of proclivities.
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When I saw the daily prompt was Sludge. A memory instantly went through my mind. I knew something about sludge? The most common sludge is no doubt that which comes from processed sewage. That took me right back to my childhood when my two brothers and I raised pigeons. We were always on the lookout for a different kind of pigeon that we could mix with the breeds that we had in our old barn. At one time we had close to 100 pigeons. We spent a lot of time with those birds, they were very loving each one had his own personality and disposition.
To get back to my story we lived in a small town and our barn was right on the edge of town that we kept our pigeons in. About a half a mile out in the field from where we lived was the towns sewage treatment plant. The roof of that long old wooden building had a very large cupola which I would imagine was for a lot of air circulation for the fumes that were in that building. The whole building was full of sewage ponds. The three of us armed with only a flashlight went into that pitch dark building during the night. My older brother volunteered to climb up to the cupola and catch a couple of the choice pigeons that were sleeping up there. He was a fantastic climber and pigeon man he could twist their wings together locking them so the bird couldn’t fly. When you lock their wings together like that they were very easy to handle you could set them down they would just walk around and look at you. It didn’t hurt their wings one bit.
He started climbing down with two pigeons in one hand which became very precarious, yes, he lost his grip and slipped then plunged into one of the ponds of sludge. That was a real close encounter of the worst kind with sludge. Needless to say, the pigeons untangle their wings and flew away doing their little pigeon laugh I would imagine. That took all the Zeal away from our pigeon hunt for that night. We walked the half-mile back to our house, staying a good distance from brother Corky. He was still leaving a trail of sludge, we tried to go in the back entrance to the basement of our house.
The sludge covered one was quick to shed his clothing my other brother Harlan started to hose him off over the floor drain. I used the iron poker from the furnace to push his clothing into a large old bag and I threw them out the back door. After the first layer of the Sludge was sufficiently removed he quickly made his way up the back stairs to take a warm bath. I believe he put all of our mother’s smelly stuff in the water.
We had big old Eagle Claw bathtub he soaked in there most of the night. My dad was no rocket scientist but he recognized what our predicament was and he said I thought I told you, boys, “to stay away from that sewage treatment building?” There Are No Pigeons worth drowning in sludge for. The sludge aroma is possibly a good base for perfume because that initial scent lasts for days.
Sludge is a semi-solid slurry and can be produced as sewage sludge from wastewater treatment processes or as a settled suspension obtained from conventional drinking water treatment and numerous other industrial processes. Sludge
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Tenterhooks are hooks in a device called a tenter. Tenters were originally large wooden frames which were used as far back as the 14th century in the process of making woolen cloth.
The idea possibly came from memories of early tribesman. After they moved out of caves a new need for shelter arose. With mans first tools they cut wooden poles, bound the ends together with rawhide, then tied skins of large animals to the frame of poles. That was probably the original tenterhooks. made of rawhide and wood.
A smaller tent was made for smoking meat. The meat was hung on hooks similar to tenterhooks and slowly dried to keep it from spoiling. This was the first jerky meat eaten by man.
Early man knew he could not live on meat alone. So he used a frame with hooks to hang up his fish to dry in the hot sun. They might have hundreds of salmon hanging for many hot summer weeks in the broiling sun, and dry it to the point it would keep all year. Most tribes used a wooden frame with tenterhooks as the wool industry used centuries later.
If a young couple is expecting to have their first child but didn’t have a sonogram done in advance to determine the sex of that new baby. The expectant father will no doubt find himself sitting on tenterhooks during those long hours preceding the child’s birth.
Millions of animal hides have been dried throughout the centuries by simply tacking them onto the wall of a shed or old barn. As in the song; Tie Me Kangaroo Down Sport. So they tanned his hide when he died Clyde and that’s it hanging on the shed. Kangaroo
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My grandfather’s face had eyes with a soft twinkle in them, in an instant they could turn to a stare, or an angry glare powerful enough to resolve ill intentions in advance, anywhere.
His face stood out powerful and strong as a bronze Greek statue. A patina never formed on that strong metallic looking face, it had a lifetime protective coating of complete love and peace and it was always well shaved with an old straight razor.
His face was never green from envy but slowly formed a deep brown patina from many years of exposure to every conceivable kind of wind and weather on two continents.
I will always remember that face.