Tired, it is a struggle. I did do a few things anyway.

Though certainly not a great day, and I had to push to do the little I did, I was able to use the snow blower to clear my driveway and sidewalk, head over and do one of my neighbors drive, and further down several neighbor’s sidewalks. I had planned to do more sidewalks and a second neighbor’s drive, but I ran out of gas. When I gassed up, the stupid machine would not start (it flooded, always does). Normally I just rip the cord until the sucker rocks, but I had other things I wanted to do. Namely, I was able to pick up my pistol today. I had hoped to pick it up early enough to take her out and light off a few, which is why I rushed off to the gunsmith rather than continue to mess with the blower. When I arrived, there was only one employee behind the counter, and he was busy showing a couple of young men a number of pistols and revolvers. Heck, I enjoyed the situation and looked through the pieces myself when offered a gun. I realized I had a few things to add to the conversations, and learned a few things. Well, ok, so I may not have learned much, but I did enjoy groping the steel. As well, during the conversation, I came to realize I was speaking with young men who, at least one of them though I suspect both of them, will be officers after graduation. I thanked the one for the commitment and wished him well, the other had wandered off as I was leaving.

All things must pass, and so I concluded my visit and business and headed home. It had become far too late to shoot. As I returned, I saw the neighbor who’s drive I had not been able to get cleared. I called over and we met halfway and started to talk. I explained my situation, of course it was not a thing for him. Even doing his walk was a gift, and not a necessary one. As the conversation continued, I told him what I had just picked up. I could not remember if he had seen the .22, it turns out he had not. Seeming to be a bit curious, I asked if he wanted to check it out. Sure enough, we ended up looking at it. Well, when two or more shooters gather, a target practice might end up planned, and so it was. Tomorrow (today, Saturday, technically) we will see. He has a 9 mm Glock he has not even shot yet! He has to be going nuts, chomping at the bit to get that out. As well, he is interested in a .22 pistol for cheaper training (though 9 mm ammo is not too much more expensive). He has not shot a .45 yet, either. Being the .45 devotee that I am, I like putting this caliber in as many hands as I am able. And, I am curious about his little 9 popper. It must be a micro though, and his hands are nearly the size of mine. Still, it should be interesting.

As I was ending my conversation with this neighbor, the wife of my other neighbor drove up, and sort of tried to get my attention. Well, eventually she got it, and as the first neighbor headed home, I spoke with the misses of the other neighbor. She was quite pleased to have gotten her drive and sidewalk cleaned, again, and invited me over for supper Sunday. Knowing how averse I am to home-cooked food, it was difficult to say yes, but I am a real mensche, and dinner it is. *laughs* Although, I was not sure what time would be best. I knew my Sunday meeting was a different time this Sunday, due to the Super Bowl, so I had to get back to her, though I though 18:00 would be good. Yep, after checking an email, I called over to let them know and check about something else. Not only did I set that up, I also asked if this neighbor, too, the mister anyway, would be interested in going out and putting a few rounds down range. He is interested, though he is not sure. No guarantees, from either neighbor, but I will be checking tomorrow around noon. We might load up and head out to the range. It might be a bit messy, and I just cleaned my Xterra today, but not a problem. I really hope we can get out and put a couple hundred down range, at least.

Oh, I had this really funky dream last night. It had something to do with mass and bullet accuracy, mass proportions and ratios shown in worth of gold, by God. Hey, I do not make these things up. As well… I think it is right, somehow. I am working some things out from it. It has something to do with finding just the right load, then making sure the masses remain the same, making sure the proportions of mass are the same, and a few other things. Really, I know it is a bit crazy, but I am working some of these things on paper, for the moment. I am hoping to salvage it for when I obtain my reloader. It might just be a crazy cool dream, if not, it would be great to receive a secret (cosmic secret?).

I did not get much more done. And then I crashed at about 17:00 until 22:00 or so. I think I am going back to bed. I want to be as fresh as possible for shooting tomorrow.