Pieces, bits, parts.

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It wasn't exactly a sprint.  I couldn't even get started until late.  The shower was the first thing.  A fine thing that was.  I noticed my friend called, but I missed it by a long time.  Not sure how, the phone was right beside me.  I swear the thing doesn't always ring.  Right as I was hopping into the shower, the doorbell rang.  Being undressed, and needing a shower before engaging company, I simply went on with the shower.  Odd day.

I did most of the dishes, and some extras, and some more.  Cleaning the kitchen power tools that needed it, and moving them off the counter for now while I was at it.  A bit of cleanup here and there.  And I will put up the laundry as a last thing.  Not nearly as much work was done as I had hoped.  Just didn't have it in me yet.  But it was a good day.  The body simply isn't as ready as the mind.  I also cooked a couple of pork chops this evening.  A perfect meal, with a glass of milk.

I'll give my friend a call in the late morning.  I wanted to do just a bit of shopping tomorrow.  The usual perishable goods, plus cat litter, and maybe a meal.  I am able to eat, though I should keep it small.  I don't know about going shooting.  I'm just not ready.  Hmm, though I could get him to the range, take a chair, and read. 

I need to put my ak-47 together and get that out some time soon.  I have decided not to try to paint it.  The scheme I wanted simply isn't doable by hand.  Well, not without putting a heck of a lot of time and effort into it.  It did get a coat of black over the somewhat questionable paint job it already had.  And it got cleaned right down to the bone first.  I'll need to grease some parts, oil some others, as I put it back together.  She has never been shot.  I bought her just before I moved, and had no room or real way to take her out plus money was a little low.  Then ammunition went through the roof.  And then I went to paint her and got in over my head with that.  I still won't shoot her a lot, but I would like to become proficient with her, and break her in.

That is about that for today.  Other than maybe finishing up a few things in the kitchen, and messing with the laundry.  Oh, while I am out tomorrow, I may stop at the butcher shop and order beef.  It takes about two to three weeks, I suppose to get enough partial orders.  But this time I want to talk to one of the butchers.  At least enough bones for several marrow meals, heart and tongue if possible.  For now that will be enough.  I can't remember the part that they use for the type of sweetbread that I am interested in.  Actually, it only exists on yearly steer, if they are young enough.  Hmm, though oxtail, if they offer it, might be nice.  Yeah...  It may seem like exotic food, but it really isn't.  It is what people ate because they had nothing else... at one time.  These foods are of a more humble, than haute, cuisine.  I still wish they would get over their worry and just allow us to buy brains though.  That irks me.

Good night.