Wonderful day.

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I am definitely glad my friend called.  I would have done a few things, maybe, but mostly drifted.  Oh, I still drifted, until I started to get tired and grumpy, just a bit.

I don't know if I mentioned it, but it turns out that I was able to use the old parts to fix the leak.  I simply had one of the pieces screwed wrong.  It seemed right, it just wasn't.  As I was taking it off, I felt a slight pop.  Thinking that it might have been wrongly threaded I put it back on, rightly, I guess, this time.  Leak solved.  I ran water for a while, several times, to make sure.  Not even a drip, anywhere.  Still, I wanted a couple more pieces, which I found easily.

I got him out shooting.  Almost had to call it off, he was having a nasty serious nose bleed.  But since he had eaten and I was hungry, we decided that I would go eat and check back when I was done.  And that worked out perfectly.  He had staunched the bleed and I was sated.  We both are doing rather good on the range.  Cans and bottles at 10 to 30 yards, pretty much every shot.  Oh, sometimes one of us became a little hopped up on our success so didn't line one up, and there are misses just on their own.  But good shooting.  My pistol jammed.  I know it just needs cleaning.  Some pistols you can pretty much let go, others you have to baby. 

One odd thing... while I was eating my sandwich, a Japanese couple entered the restaurant.  They weren't an exact, perfect, match for the video I posted yesterday.  But they weren't that far off either.  I... simply enjoyed the notions.  No, not in a busy-body type of way, only in the fate of meeting two who... at some time... could, and probably have, played out those scenes.  Just the art chasing fiction chasing facet, the... serendipity of it all.  It was a peaceful thing.  Omen or just chance, all the same to a simple sort such as I.

After that, my friend was pretty much done.  He had just gone shopping yesterday, so needed nothing.  I was going to drag him along, but it worked out that I could let him off more easily than not.  You know how your mind thinks one thing and your body just drives it's own way?  Yeah, well, that happens to me a lot... when someone is in the vehicle talking.  Out he went, with gear and such.  Oh, but I did let him know that I wanted to have a bonfire next week.  And to let our other friend know.  We'll see, for his part.

Then on to my shopping tour.  Six to eight months, perhaps more, maybe less, of tobacco was purchased.  I ran into the friend I wanted my other friend to invited to the burn.  I almost ran right past him, buffaloing my way to some then distant finish line, then home.  I got the scoop on his recent heart problem.  His pacemaker gave out.  He ended up at the local hospital, where he nearly died.  They had to shock him while he was awake.  Not fun, pretty much, is what I gathered.  After enough rough stuff for a year of Sundays, they sent him to a specialty hospital where they gave him the whatfor again, hooked him to the octopus monitor, and brought in a nurse sergeant major who worked him into not having to get shocked again.  Damn kids.  Gotta watch them every second.  In any case, I invited him and the man with him, out sometime next week.  Funny how things work out.

Then I had meant to go to the hardware store and grocery store, but decided to stop at the kitchen specialty store.  I was looking for a french fry maker, which I found.   A bit pricier than I had hoped.  I'll run it through the paces shortly, to see if it was worth the money.  I also thought to look at coated pans, for omelets.  I wasn't sure whether to buy an 8" or 10".  The price decidedly settled it, with the 8" being almost half the cost of the 10".  Since I wasn't sure I wanted to buy anyway...  Still, I went ahead with the 8".  If it doesn't work for my preference, I'll... just buy a bigger pan sooner or later.

At the hardware store I got the extra parts I wanted, and a few I thought might come in handy.  It's the seals that I really need, so I got plenty of those.  While I was at it, I saw a couple of larger trash pails... not quite kitchen size, but that would make life easier.  One for near where I sit in the living room, one for here by the computer.  It might seem excessive.  But it would really help me stay on top of things, not have everything pile up, and allow me some breathing room if I can't get to emptying the darn things every five minutes as the smaller ones seem to demand.

Finally to the grocery store.  Milk, more cheese, beer (I earned it), and little bits of this and that, including fresh eggs.  I've put up the groceries, and most things, save the pan and french fry press.  Those need to be washed.  I will be getting to the dishes very soon, with the faucet running at speed and the drain working like a charm.  I'll keep an eye out for drips over the next few weeks, but I think I got it.

Tired.  Bushed.  But hungry.  The last time I was shopping with my friend, he noticed a good buy on king crab.  He bought a goodly lot, and talked me into doing the same.  I am thinking those, clarified butter, and beer, would make for a wonderful end to a long hard day.  I really pushed, and worked it, and had done a few things here at home first as well.  All good.  Later, perhaps good night.

Oh, have I ever mentioned, that women are... quite fine.  Yes, yes, I have had a wonderful day, in many places, in their company.  Some days it just... works.  Right, on too... something.  Dinner I do believe.