Weekend Report

     Spent nearly half the day yesterday with a friend from online, passing through town with a new -- and remarkably arcane -- find.  (A U. S. Army railcar, the kind of little motorized gadget seen in The Railrodder, only Army-austere, without even a motor housing.) (The Railrodder?  Oh, this:

     Ah, that Buster Keaton!)

     Given the number of hobbies we have in common -- science fiction, amateur radio, old technology, shooting, aviation -- we talked and talked, and enjoyed a lovely brunch at Public Greens.  A nice way to spend a chilly day! (Also, he had me sign a couple of copies of my  book.  Perhaps some day I'll be bored by that.  But not yet.)

     Saturday, I visited the range...

Shot at 21 feet, about a hundred rounds of .22

      A couple of antique stores...

The base of this tiny, working toy will cover the palm of your hand.  From the 1920s or 

'30s.

     And visited my Mom.  She's still recovering from her bout of pneumonia, doing a bit better every day.  I had found a gift for her while shopping, a tiny brass poodle, a "pet" she can have nearby that doesn't need to be walked or fed.

     Spent the rest of that day housecleaning.  Mom is a good influence on me.

We do have nice skies during this unseasonable weather.