The great escape.

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I had just laid down for a nap. I didn't really need a nap in a terrible way but I wasn't interested in pushing it until I was completely exhausted. The phone rang. I knew who it was and I was correct. My friend was on the line and interested in shooting. He said he simply lost yesterday in the nether, something he never does. I suggested that that is something I have done frequently, that perhaps now he might understand. I've been better about it, since getting over whatever. Anyway, I suggested it was all good. I had slept until 15:00 yesterday so would not have been awake to go.

I made it into town relatively quickly. We stopped and grabbed a few sandwiches to go. I stopped for some ammunition, just in case. This time we went up the canyon. The first place we went was still closed. The next place we considered was busy. I was a bit nervous, being Saturday and Father's Day Weekend, that there would be too many people anywhere we might wish to shoot. The last place was open. While we were shooting, a man who has moved here from South Dakota looking for work, nervously approached. He seemed a bit on the nervous side. My friend wouldn't really talk to him, but I did. He had purchased a .357 recently, but only bought a few rounds. He was wondering if we could shoot right there. Well, yeah. So, I sort of invited him in despite my friend.

He hadn't shot in years, he suggested. I suggested it was a good thing he bought the gun before he came because Utah can be really freaky about letting people moving into state buy even long arms. I had purchased a few .357 rounds, had some reloads, and even loaned him my overhead ear sets. I used a set of in-ear plugs (terrible trade). It's the one thing he forgot to buy and shooting without any protection was a bit much for him. It jangled his nerves and hurt his ears. Anyway, he at least found out his pistol was reasonably sighted in and he could hit a dollar sized target at 25 feet. I went ahead and let him sound my .45 off. I think it shook him a bit. He has only ever shot wheelguns, so the auto was a new thing. But that my .45 kicked and twisted less than his pistol was a real surprise. And 13 rounds through the gun also seemed to throw him a bit. He kept peeking to see if it was done yet. Way too funny. He bought the whole box of .357 125 grain I had, as he liked the few he shot. I just sold them for the same price I paid. Plus I tossed in a dozen and a half reloads for free. He asked for my phone number, since he was a newcomer... and a shooter. We will see if he calls.

After that, back into town. My friend's foot was hurting him pretty badly. He took a few painkillers while we were up there, and by the time we got back, his foot was a bit better. I told him on the phone about how much I thought my vitamins were helping, I think they have allowed better eating, drinking, and perhaps thinking. His doctor is so concerned about him that he is setting him up for the dietician. While that may help, what doctors don't seem to understand is that until you get some grip on life, telling us to eat right and even showing us what to eat, is a lot like freeing turkeys from the 20th floor. Turkeys don't fly and ill people don't eat. Vitamins might be helping me. So, feeling slightly better and hoping to do much better, we stopped in and he bought an electric shaver and Flinstone's vitamins.

I did fuel up the vehicle on my way home. I usually fill it all the way. For whatever reason, the pump stopped before reaching full. I didn't really think about how much would be needed, a bit tired from the day and recent events, I simply assumed it was full. I washed the car as well, then noticed the pump had only put in three quarters of a tank. Irritating but whatever. This time, finally, I think she is clean, as clean as she gets, too. The last few washes simply didn't quite get it, then didn't get all of it, but finally... clean.

Medicine, a few brots, and perhaps to bed early tonight. I might set the alarm for 7:00 or something. Who knows what napping as needed will do to my schedule, but it is so much easier on my old bones, regarding getting things done when I am awake, and such, that naps are truly worth their weight in gold and sleeping when needed is much easier than fighting it out as I stretch for nothing. I never get a thing done when I stay up for it's own sake, though in the past the difference was negligible. At this point, sleeping enough really allows some serious work to go forward, at least of the lighter variety such as laundry and cleaning the bathroom.

Good night.