A rather busy weekend.

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Well, I do consider Friday a part of my weekend. I went shooting Friday afternoon. My pistol shot needs work, it was almost embarrassing. A 50 foot shot at a pop bottle should not be something I have to work at. With the .22, however, there is no doubt. Putting 3 to 5 thousand rounds, or more, down range this summer has solidified that. I still only miss when I try to simply think the bullet in the bottle while not really aiming. Even then, sometimes I hit. It snowed, heavily, recently, so getting to that range might night be possible again for a while. And, after having checked out some of the other places we have shot, I realize there is little chance at getting to or otherwise using those places. The private range might be it. I do not mind paying a few dollars for the opportunity though my former neighbor seems to balk at that. We will see. But I need to start shooting the pistol again, to be certain. Now that I have plenty of both large pistol and large rifle primers, .22 and .45 ammunition (if still a bit shy of AK ammunition), I feel a bit more secure about putting more .45 rounds downrange.

After that, we always go for a meal and do some minor shopping or at least window shopping. Neither of us gets out that often, so it is almost akin to how farmers used to go to town once every week or two. The meals are great. No cooking, if I do enjoy that part, no cleaning, no muss, and no fuss. Plus, it is fun to flirt lightly with the waitresses. Which, too, is part of the reason I really hate male servers. I am not even sure I would calling flirting these days. We are both a bit old for those young women. It is more the enjoyment of being fussed over. And, yeah, it is a good thing. It's a service all by itself, one men cannot fill. Blah.

I thought I was done after arriving home. Another friend called and asked if I wanted to go out. Well, okay. I was tired but I rarely get the chance to go out, so I agreed. His doctorate program is beating him up and he needed to get out for a bit. There are only 3 or 4 bars in town, perhaps a few more restaurants that serve beer, and actually only one of the bars that I have seen serves anything harder than beer. No matter. It was a decent night out. We usually start rather early and end early, though we often stop somewhere for a bite to eat before returning home. And, we take a taxi. Around here, drinking and driving is absolutely unwise.

Then, Saturday afternoon, The two friends mentioned and another, a friend of that last friend, headed up the valley to a firepit. We promptly dug snow out of the pit, found some kindling, and used 'store bought' main wood to get the fire up and going. After a decent b.s. session, we cooked various meats on that fire. It was good in a lot of ways. I think we all enjoyed getting out of civilization and such. Though next time, I am taking salt. Meat only every needs one additive, but it needs it a good deal.

Today is a new week. I need to get my feet under me and begin digging in again. The air is crisp, clean again, and the sun is out. I hate the sun in the summer, but I love it now. There is nothing like snow and shine, to my way of thinking. The cold, to me, simply does not matter. All the guys were cold, after our cook out, not I. Business and pleasure are available this week, should I take charge or at least follow. Whatever, it should be good now that I am back on Coca~Cola, waking up at around 7:00, having some energy back, and going to bed before midnight (usually).

Have a great week yourselves!