Busy day.

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Along with the additions to my routines, I made it to town. I picked up my friend and we headed right to the gun store. Long story short, I don't have a new revolver. That's the bad news. The good news? Well, I remembered the price and moved money out of savings for it. When I got to the store? I had remembered the wrong amount and wasn't sure I could quite cover the difference. Panicked a bit, I muttered something about price, worry, payday tomorrow. Oh, no problem suggested the clerk. We can hold it 24 hours with no fee, charges, or paperwork. He asked, for sure, if I have my cwp. Yep yep. So it will be waiting for me tomorrow.

My friend hadn't brought a gun, and since the revolver I was going to shoot was not yet in my possession, I asked if he would mind holding off shooting until tomorrow? I offered a last snow free ride up Logan Canyon and then supper, on me. Good enough. So I got right on it. A loverly ride, I love driving in the mountains now, and fall leaves are still showing, if less so that even a week ago. The trees know. A meal was had afterward. Then I let my friend off and proceeded to the store to buy a new polishing kit, including some rags. Then to home.

The rifle I had been hoping to buy is gone. I will keep looking for it or one like it. I could kick myself, but there was little I could do. I am sure something will come along sooner or later. And, of course, who knows if it was a good buy. It is just that it seemed to be everything I wanted in a hunting rifle. The right caliber, a lever action that could handle pointed bullets, and a price that will be very difficult to beat. It'll happen.

And yet I am not done. Dishes and laundry remain on my to-do list and I think I will get them done. Something about this song and the video has been aiding me in my efforts. There is, of course, the song. Beyond being lively, the point of the words is precisely what I need. Then there is the video. Again, beyond merely being exciting and sexy you see a real woman who has to do amazing things, and have done so for decades, to keep in that kind of shape and expel that kind of energy. But too, you see her taking a cab 'in to work'. Just a normal woman, in many ways. She makes decisions and carries through with them. You have to imagine that, often, she doesn't want to. I imagine, somehow, the life she leads off stage. Oddly, I sense no drug use, or booze. She can't afford it, to her mind. I might be wrong, or maybe she did those things at one time if I don't sense that. No, a straight hard worker who enjoys her life but works hard for it. How odd. And the mythology of the band indicates that she wasn't even a singer. She just... started. With a group of guys, in her late teens to early 20's, she just up and... became what she is. From normal to superstar in a minor blink of the eye. Inspiring. All combined it has been driving me forward. I need to find the cd that song is on and own it. After finding a number of jewels from her lithography I had not heard before, and enjoying them madly, I need to add more of her music to my collection I see.

Tomorrow will be a busy day. I will do my morning routine, including minor calisthenics, shower and dress properly, get to Mass, call my brother, then pick up my friend and his guns, buy my gun, and then go shopping. Loverly! Sometime in the next week or two I will be taking my friend to Ogden to do some shopping. Since I back down on the medicines I am not nearing feinting when on my feet more than 15 minutes to an half an hour. That was really putting a damper on my affairs. Can I do all those things? Well, maybe. I'm going to 'get up, get out' as she suggests. I won't hang about!

Today was the first day of carrying a concealed firearm. To be honest it felt no differently than yesterday or any other day I have been out. I am a rather confident man, however, so that should be no surprise. If I walk out my door, armed or no, I am ready to live, die, kill, or let live, for the right reasons. If I am not up to the task I won't head out that door. So, yeah, I do feel pressure when leaving. Why do I feel this way? Anybody's guess. But it is real and true and hard. As I wrote on the conceal carry boards I will carry if allowed (if I debate the allowance part, I will abide it in times of mostly lawfulness). I do it as a civic, social, manly, duty. And so it is.

What a wonderful day. If I could just keep it up! You know, KNOW, I want to. Later.