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Today is not a fantastic day. I cannot seem to get it all working again. And yet, I never simply stop working. I will clean the bathrooms today, down to the shine. Then I will be very careful in their use and upkeep so only a small amount of work will be needed when my friend visits. If that goes swiftly and well, and it might, I will then begin working out what goes to storage and doing a bit of laundry from the old place. While I am at it, I will probably make something tasty for dinner, tasty but simple. Pasta and hamburger, a few side items, some spice, and a little imagination go a long way. As well, I suppose it is time to shovel. Either today or tomorrow. Then again, it is forecast to be in the 40's all week, so procrastination may be my friend.
Days and nights are still not straightened out. I suppose with me, there is a 50% chance of sleep in any forecast at any time of the day. Still, I get up when I can and I work as I may. I am learning to do a great deal more. I think the climate, altitude, mountains, and being nearly in my own house have lead me to do more. Actually owning my own house will expand that a great deal. There are things in this house which give me ideas, like a fully tiled shower area, little details about the place, and the sense that with a little work and money, one can turn a house into a very nice home, without being flashy or silly too.
Three Christmas presents have been purchased. Only one remains, though I will send a little money along with that one too. One gift will wait until the person it is for may choose it, or something else she likes. Since she just bought a canoe, and she likes the better gear, I have a catalog with some items she may choose from. It's good gear and it's spiffy.
The things causing me to drag, at this point, are school, house, getting my banking switched over, and getting this place in order for my visitor. There always seems to be more on my plate than I can really do, and much of it is out of my hands. But that is as it is. Pushing does not seem to help, either them or me. Life could be good here, or I should say, it could be even better. I am seeing my way to that.
Just yesterday my former neighbor and myself were out doing a bit of shopping. We met another shooter who just moved here from southern Utah. We talked guns and life for a good hour, right there in Walmart! Should have gone for coffee, but why? Anyway, I took his number. I think we might end up with a small shooter's club. Hunters, shooters, and reloaders weclome, to be sure. Of course, we are all of the liberal bent. Ha! Any guy who buys a gun for his girlfriend, and she likes it, is good in my book. So, I am beginning to network. Oh, and I told my former neighbor this too, if this new guy has a gal, she will know other women. Odd the way that works. And, if they come for a meal some time, and his gal sees poor lonely guys, she might just figure things out. Women are like that, sometimes. Anyway, it is a thought. Capitalism, for me, does not stop at the store or bank!
Well, that is that for now. Stay warm and safe.
Yes, finding a fellow shooter in a potential mate is a good thing.
ReplyDeleteOne less thing to hear her gripe about. Maybe. Except she may be annoyed that you bought yourself another gun instead of buying *her* one. :D
Yeah, well, there are some things that are easier to deal with than others. Could you imagine the gun collection you could obtain if your woman liked the gun shop more than Yonker's or whatnot? A man can dream. I need a .357 just to have something to feed .38's through too, to get a woman on board if she is not yet a shooter. whiskey, in this case, is fine but wine is more enticing.
ReplyDeleteDidn't you just sort of get Daisycat's feet wet on shooting, or more so? Anyway. I thought I remembered reading a bit about that. Good show if so.
Yes, yes I did...
ReplyDeleteI gave her a copy of Paxton Qugley's book "Armed and Female", and watched her transform nearly overnight from being gun-shy to being a rabid gun-nut. :D
Seriously. *She* bought the .410 over my objections that we really didn't need a *third* shotgun. *She* bought the .22 when I was dithering about the timing, and about the need to put in the necessary research to get the right one. ("Screw that, just tell me what you want and I'll find one that works!") *She* is the one with two pistols, while I am still waiting for the money to be there for the second one that I want. And she chose and bought her original pistol and combat rifle, (which isn't pink, but *does* have daisy flower stickers on the stock).
Heh.
You never know sometimes...
Ouch! Nice. I like to think people, not all of them anyway, are fools, most are just ignorant. Unlike communists, I do not think one can re-educate (and do not believe in the need). Simple education and that information put in the proper sequence and people can, have, and will learn. Male or female, for the most part.
ReplyDeleteOf course, that makes me wonder about how ignorant I am, but... that's not the point! I like guns, beer, good food, good friends, family, right women, and God. I am not sure I want to push much more. Ha!
Oh, but gratz on creating a monster.