Oh yeah?

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So there!

I was right on time to pick my friend up from the lame, lazy, and crazy ward. Despite his leg, we still haven't decided to which section he belongs. It was tough finding a shaded place to shoot. Cattle where everywhere, campers filled many places, and our usual spots were sun blasted barren spits of hell on earth. So, over the mountain we went. On a good note, I did find the trailhead to one of my hiking destinations. I think that might be better to take in the fall or spring. Beside looking rather lethal from the little I saw, it looked pretty open to the sun.

We did finally find a place flat enough for his wheelchair, well shaded, accessible to my vehicle, and devoid of human, bovine, or other critters. I set the plastic bottles up (as I forgot targets) where we usually set them and we got too it. We are both sorely out of practice. We knocked the bottles over, we moved them, but not once did we hit a bottle. I checked, closely. You know some of those .45's are into that whole skinny thing, so they might have just snuck through. Nope, not a hole to be found. So I moved them about half the distance and we started over. We both ended up being able to dance them from close to far. Bah! I guess we need more practice.

As it turns out, his sister and brother-in-law didn't really want the guns at their home. I don't know, maybe they have people coming through, kids or even untrained adults, who might not be safe with guns. And his gun vault, he said, was too small. So I have taken them in. Oh, it would be tempting to shoot them. The problem is I can barely afford to feed my own guns. And we grabbed enough ammunition for him to shoot for some time. I may ask if he wants the ammo at my place too. Fortunate or not, I can be trusted with it. I didn't ask while we were there because I am almost certain that, regardless of what my friend wanted, if I had brought it up it would have been a done deal. I'll leave it up to my friend.

On the way back we stopped for a bite to eat. He is having difficulty gaining weight. When they came to him, to ask why he wasn't eating the food, he told them that it was strange stuff, bland or even bad tasting. Apparently he had a roomful of people in to talk to him about his weight when he returned from exercises. He is considered a special case. I don't know though, he seems strange. Sometimes he wants snacks, other times he says he has plenty. I'm not sure what is going on with him, but... I can only ask. I am pretty sure my questions and help are not welcomed by most. They have a way of doing things, a way my friend seems to understand (and even having been a wild child) and chooses to abide (other than still sneaking cigarettes, though not from me). It is colloquial, and up to him and them, I guess.

After getting home I decided to check out the bike. Really, not a problem. I have no wind for it, yet. But I kicked out about ten and an half blocks this first go. I did pretty darn good for about five or six blocks, then just sort of survived the rest of the way home. Oh, right, and I have no idea what the turning and stopping hand signals are. I just remember I used to know them and I thought they were idiotic. Further, most drivers don't know them. In any case I will look those over. Man, I was able to push that bike for about four blocks. I felt wind, I tell you! I likes me some bikin' of the pedlin' variety. How is it that I can walk that distance at great speed without a hitch, but pedaling leaves me shaky and sweating like a... well... truth be told pigs don't sweat, nor do cats. Hmmm, sweating like an Olympic sprinter in his second or third consecutive heat? Yeah, something like that. How can that be? I thought biking was supposed to be easier? Whatever. I have now taken my virgin cruise. It has begun! Easy peezy, sort of.

As for figuring out speeds? That really isn't too difficult. It sort of comes to you. If it is too easy, take it down a few on the seven speed side, if too hard, back that down a few pegs and push down on the three speed side. It will take some practice, but it isn't like I will ever memorize the speed for a certain slope, speed, or interest. It seems like it will be completely subjective until I get a feel for it, then it will become natural. All flat surfaces today. Oh, and she rides well even up on the gravel shoulders (where I prefer to be when vehicles go by). I think she will even handle grass a little further off without a hitch, if that and the gravel will slow me down). Well, now I know a bit more.

After I chill a bit, I am going to hit up the laundry and dishes, if I can. I have the guns in, arranged, and that is all good. Yeah, an easy but fruitful day remains before me, and a decent day of fun and activity is behind me, I think therefore I shall work my butt off. A couple of loads of this, a few of that, and a bit of relaxation in there too.

Good day, Sunshine.