Keyboard, yeah that's it. Drool is only mildy acidic, but those sweaty old paws, now there be salt in that.
I have just unloaded the van, cooler is airing out, guns are stacked by my chair in the den and getting ready to watch a couple of "Lost" episodes. I'll be wiping and grinning all the while. I toyed with the idea of coming back up today after church but figured most would be heading out, you, Timmy, have the "unprepping to do" (putting up all the toys and kit we enjoyed) and maybe, just maybe, relaxing a bit. I need the down time myself.
I mean it was absolutley hair tearing. Folks shoving guns in your face stuffing tins of pellets in your pocket, waving madly about at abt a half a gazillion targets from point blank to OMGosh distances. Martin put me on a tin can and after three shots and everyone being low and taking half of forever to get there, I finally wised up and saw the one 50% closer..Don't mind challenges, that's why I took up pistol during college, but mortars? A very nice Izzy it was / is.
There is a guy needing a couple of springs and another eventually consumable part on the BE board for his .22 rf. Parts may be a bit of a sticky wicket so I am cautiously reserved about trying to snag one. Besides, as I said, I need some remodel work done and there hasn't been & isn't any OT.
Having successfully groped my way out last night, I reminisced a bit on the way home. Spoke with Rodger briefly about Charm School, which I never attended and Ernie about him getting busted up repeatedly. Man Ernie, you gotta be a magnet for the chaotic. We'll have to talk more. When's the next shoot Timmy?
I will have to admit that everyone I did meet were the most level headed whack jobs I've ever had the pleasure to interact with. I was afeerd I'd tilt the balance too far where we'd all slide into the fabric of the universe, never to be heard from again, but maybe that would be a good thing? Guess I didn't.
OK, Netflix calls and the oil needs to be applied. Well, Eezox, actually.
I'm back quiet now, Tom out.