Shooting and not much else.

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My neighbor and myself went to the range today. I can now shoot a .22 rifle with iron sights, and use it for my hunter's safety course. He was plinking, I was trying to see where the rifle shoots, or to see if it would even get on paper. It is low and the the right a bit. The small targets they offer... all I can say is I hope they really do not want us to be able to hit the bullseye. I am not sure a standard rifle will do that. I will have to get out, probably nearly daily, and shoot to even get close to that. The spread with the rifle is probably 4". I was standing only though too. We get 10 shots standing, sitting, and prone. I am going to work on standing first, since that is the most difficult. It is light enough, I just need practice with this particular firearm.

I will clean it and oil it tonight. It did seem a touch dry. I believe it does need cleaning as well. Shooting it out a bit will not hurt it at all either. A hundred or more rounds went through the business tube this afternoon. Many more will pass the same way. It is a new rifle, so it may just take a bit of a shooting to get it into shape. I will find out before long. It is a Henry Repeating rifle. The lever action is quite smooth. I certainly hope it tightens up on the target. Then again, it might simply be my bad shooting. Time will tell.

My reaction to the medicine seems to have improved. I am still a little tired and a little weak, but I am working on improving those things. If I stand for a half hour, I get flush and tired, just like when I first moved here. Standing on the porch talking to my neighbor, going shooting, and pushing like I initially did will hopefully get me back on my feet, literally. Starting from the start does not sound so great, but I am starting to think I can do it. Odd though, the cramps I got from doing that and then got over are back. The trick to that, as I learned, was salt. And pickle juice is the ticket for that. Thankfully, I loaded up on three jars a while back, and have 2 full left, and 2 pickles and a quarter of the juice in the opened jar.

I think, tonight, I am going to bake a few potatoes (Idaho, fresh). Along with butter and sour cream, those will be perfect sides for my lamb chops. I am baking three potatoes and actually think that one will be enough for dinner. The other two will make breakfasts a bit better and fuller. I actually did some cooking for late breakfast. A couple of 3 ounce sausage patties and 3 eggs. It was very good to eat a real breakfast, it has been a while. The cast iron skillet allows me to cook without as much cleanup, muss, or fuss.

I have been meaning to call my lady friend. I should do that before long. But I have two times of the day to call her or I will simply get an answering service, and I hate that. I am a bit worried about her, not having heard anything in some time. I am sure she is fine, if lonely and feeling a little deserted.

Good day, or evening really.