0715: This time, I mean it.
0730 - 0745: Prepare coffee, toast
0745 - 0845: Blog, news, etc.
0845 - 0945: Ablutions, agonize over hair, give up, find hat.
0945 - 1000: Load range bag
1000 - 1030: Travel with Tam and Shootin' Buddy
1030 - 1045: 15 minute wait (Yes, a range with 20 lanes -- and full up!)
1045 - 1145: SHOOTY! (Colt Police Positive .22, S&W K-22 Combat Masterpiece .22, High-Standard 9-shooter, Savage 101 single-shot and, of course, my Ruger Mk. II. Why so many? Let's see, I need more trigger time on the Colt, I want more trigger time on the Smith, the High-Standard was just in there and, for better or worse, it's my standard of comparison for .22 revolvers, the Savage still needs the sights lined up -- and is going on the bench tonight or tomorrow, little tippy-taps with a plastic knife handle at the range aren't doing it -- and the Ruger goes with me every time to start and end the session, 'cos I know I can shoot it middlin' well. Still, that's a lot of guns and with a decently-available indoor range, I hope to carry fewer and shoot more in the future.)
1145 - 1215 Clean-up and socializing. Have I mentioned how nice the range is? It is and so's the staff. The bays are nice and deep, with plenty of space and a stout wall on each side. Every few bays (5 or so), there's a block wall about 15' long, too. The sound lock is a little small and they're going to tweak that during their next shut-down.
1215 - 1245: We Try To Find Used-Book Stores. Nope -- looks like they're both gone. :(
1245 - 1315: Return to Roseholme Cottage.
1315 - 1330: Tam and SB depart to see a movie. I unpack my range bag, wash up and--
1330 - 1415: Ride my pennyfarthing bike to Taste. Enjoy the "chipotle pulled pork and eggs" (and mashed avocado and potatoes and cilantro and some home-fried chips of some sort) and a cuppa good coffee. Almost took a spill making a U-turn in a tight space, but managed to keep the wheel turning. (It's easy to get your foot off the inside pedal in a tight turn, not so easy to find the pedal again!) Asked, "Is that thing hard to ride?" Answered: "No, but it's tricky to start."
1430 - 1530: Realize the oops-too-late leafpiles are all exposed and we've got plenty of leaf bags. Fill up seven (7!) from heaps in tiny side yard. While so doing, it dawns that I had not opened up the fuel valve on my scooter. Derka-derka!
1530 - 1545: Start scooter. Hooray! The Flying Percolator perks right up! While it idles, move jeans from washer to dryer, gather supplies and ladder for--
1545 - 1615 Repair of the larger ham antenna, a 102' G5RV that runs nearly full length of my long and narrow lot. The rope holding the front yard end broke several days ago; this would be the end Jim "Tree Machine," our occasional arborist, had anchored for me about 30' up, after the (climbable!) half of the tree I had been using kneeled gracefully over into the street. I can't get to the screweyes he used but my 25' extension ladder gets me up higher than the peak of the house, which the antenna has to clear, so voila! I'm back in the big wire antenna business. Sure, there was some scary waving around of a big hand-cranked drill to make a pilot hole and passing traffic was slowing way down to look at the crazy lady way, way up in the air, but I got it done without any rapid trips to the ground. And yes, I shut off the scooter before commencing to risk my precious self on the ladder, I'd've hated to leave it running while being sirened away to the nearest ER.
1615 - 1730: Garb up, get scooter out, check tires and oil and off to the store I go! It ran nicely, though the damp and muddy streets up in Broad Ripple Village proper give me pause. Not as slick as they look, though I eschew the humongous puddle at the southernmost entrance to the Kroger lot. No "$100 Hamburger" trip this, I'm out of important supplies: cranberry juice (it ain't breakfast without it) and Reese's Cups.
1730: Zippity-buzz back home in time to find Tam, who's actually been there quite some while. Folded jeans. Put away tools and cycling attire. Made coffee, got on the Internet and yakked with Tam about the movie, etc.
Pretty darned good day. If I can manage to get on my ham rig a little before it starts raining and raining and raining (so it is forecasted), I'll've hit about all the bases.
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