It started more like, "beep...beep...beep...." "-IGHS IN THE 80s with skies becoming partly cloudy by late afternoon...." "Hey, are you awake in there? You need to get in the shower, Shootin' Buddy will be here.At.Eight!"
"Awrigh..." And I struggled up, staggered out for a sip of coffee and stumbled into the shower; before I knew it, we were headed out for breakfast (Taste! Yum), a quick stop at the bank (payday was yesterday, hooray! No, I do not direct deposit nor do I bank over Teh Intarwebz) and Eagle Creek Range, where I proceeded to turn brass, lead and powder into noise and fun. Looked t'me that Tam and SB did the same, only with better accuracy. What could be better? Took my Ruger Mk II, the Sistema and Witness Compact in .38SA. I shot an XD, too, which is like a slipperier Glock with a nicer trigger; it's still very Glocky and I like my 1911 better, but any shooting is better than no shooting and this'n came with loaded magazines. Shot a fine Smith & Wesson .22 revolver, too, which is a treat, just a smooth and nice as can be.
From there back home, to stow things away and clean up, and then a bite of lunch, followed by gutter-cleaning (next house, I'm opting for a less-steep roof and wider gutters), edging and Last Rites for the mummified squirrel Tam's been admiring since it showed up dead at the base of a termite-infested tree in our front yard. ...I guess you don't mess with termites!
I think maybe I need a nap.
CHICAGO RAILROAD FAIR, 1948
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