God Bless you.
Stephen
Autumn
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Thanks & Welcome
I am honored to welcome my new follower and long time friend, Patrice Lewis, of Rural Revolution. Not many know she is, for all intent and purposes, my blog mother. It was Patrice that 'picked up' and linked one of my very first posted efforts. As a normally quiet and fairly private man I was more than a bit uncomfortable with the exposure of my life in written form. Patrice gave me invaluable advice and guidance. Her gentle spirit and heart of gold gave me the boost I badly needed to write.
If, for some odd reason, you have yet to visit her wonderful blog, one of the best in my humble opinion, please do so today. Her advice and guidance will take you a long way to an independent, self-sufficient lifestyle. Patrice, her gifted husband, Don, and their two daughters live the life of which she writes. They're a well grounded Christian family.
Patrice is also the author of The Simplicity Primer. It's a great read. The book can be found at Patrice's blog.
Again, thank you and welcome, my dear Patrice. You are now among friends.
Stephen
If, for some odd reason, you have yet to visit her wonderful blog, one of the best in my humble opinion, please do so today. Her advice and guidance will take you a long way to an independent, self-sufficient lifestyle. Patrice, her gifted husband, Don, and their two daughters live the life of which she writes. They're a well grounded Christian family.
Patrice is also the author of The Simplicity Primer. It's a great read. The book can be found at Patrice's blog.
Stephen
Friday, April 6, 2012
This Old Revolver, The Answer
I've made too many suffer.
Don't feel bad as it took me thirty minutes with a magnifying glass and my weapons bible to find the old revolvers origins.
She's an old Armero Especialistas Reunidas or ALFA made in Eibar, Spain. See, many were very close. They began manufacturing handguns in 1920. The trademark was later sold to ALFA PROJ in Brno, Czech Republic.
She has a very low serial number. She's been around and is in very good working condition; the cylinder locks tight and the trigger pull is crisp and I'd judge around six pounds in double action and three with the hammer locked. The bore is black as night and she needs a good cleaning.
Thanks for playing.
Stephen
Don't feel bad as it took me thirty minutes with a magnifying glass and my weapons bible to find the old revolvers origins.
She's an old Armero Especialistas Reunidas or ALFA made in Eibar, Spain. See, many were very close. They began manufacturing handguns in 1920. The trademark was later sold to ALFA PROJ in Brno, Czech Republic.
She has a very low serial number. She's been around and is in very good working condition; the cylinder locks tight and the trigger pull is crisp and I'd judge around six pounds in double action and three with the hammer locked. The bore is black as night and she needs a good cleaning.
Thanks for playing.
Stephen
This Old Revolver
The Pimp came back as promised. He offered me a revolver for a ridiculous price. Like I thought, he was in a world of pain, and took my much lower offer.
He claimed the old gun was a 'Sig' .32-20. It wasn't, of course. So here's the deal....let's see how many of you gunny's out there really know your older handguns.
The first person to correctly tell me the manufacturer of this handgun gets one big 'attagirl' or 'boy.'
Please forgive my poor photography.
I'm awful busy today. This little post has taken me all morning.
Go ahead, guess.
Stephen
He claimed the old gun was a 'Sig' .32-20. It wasn't, of course. So here's the deal....let's see how many of you gunny's out there really know your older handguns.
The first person to correctly tell me the manufacturer of this handgun gets one big 'attagirl' or 'boy.'
I'm awful busy today. This little post has taken me all morning.
Go ahead, guess.
Stephen
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Thanks & Welcome
To my new follower and friend, Bobby. My friend, I promise to always answer your comments.
Bobby writes a nice blog titled, Bobby's Missive, please drop by and say hello and tell him Stephen sent you.
Again, thank you and welcome, Bobby. You are now among friends.
Stephen
Bobby writes a nice blog titled, Bobby's Missive, please drop by and say hello and tell him Stephen sent you.
Stephen
Sleep
It's 0315. I can't sleep. The house is quiet other than the hum of this laptop. I don't know why I lack the ability for a full nights rest, but there you are...
In a few hours I'll jump into the shower and pack a few items in my bag and leave to take Little Bit to breakfast and school. The thought of it makes me smile. Afterwards to my shop and then an afternoon with the cardiologist. The thought of that doesn't make me smile...
Anyhow.
The Pimp came in twice today. Called me six times. He must be in a world of hurt. On both visits he arrived with pieces of crap handguns....and I mean bad. One was a Cobra .25, the frame hand painted black. His asking price was silly; $175.00. I offered him ten bucks. The second isn't even worth description. It was a little revolver with at least three missing parts. I told him it was a paperweight. You'd of thought I'd kicked him in the teeth based on his reaction.
Just before I closed the shop he phoned again...told me he wanted one more try. Said he had a Sig Revolver chambered in 32/20. Said he'd bring it by today. Really, he did...should be interesting.
I hear an owl...beautiful. Lonely sound. I live next door to a game preserve. The wildlife add richness to the nights. I never know what signs I will find during the morning hours. There are always the tracks, scat, leftover pieces of fish from the river, feathers and fur. A couple of years ago I found two baby 'possums asleep in my yard waste trashcan, cute little boogers, with teeth.
Think I'll switch out my carry piece today. Maybe my Smith model 19. Not sure yet. Any suggestions. Even though she's chambered in .357, I pack it filled with plus 'P' .38's. Hollow points. The trigger is to die for, as they say. This is a file photo, mines prettier....
Rambling, aren't I...
I've just set a pot of tea to the flame. Not sure why but I find myself drinking far more tea than coffee while at home. Weird.
Many, many years ago, while in Africa, I had a fella make me a cup of tea. It had a green tint. Said it would make me strong and produce a great many children (as he offered his youngest daughter to me) and said I should drink the tea in one large gulp. It was thick with canned condensed milk and sugar. I did as he asked. I hallucinated for the next ten or twelve hours. Headache like you wouldn't believe. When I awoke my wristwatch was missing and my day pack had been searched. When asked what in the hell he'd given me he just smiled and said a long life. The girl was all smiles. Don't ask....
I never did like Mombasa.
Just before her death I took my mother to British Columbia, Victoria. She collected tea cups. Victoria is famous for its bone china. She was in tea cup heaven. Before we left, I swear, she had at least one of everything, including porcelain tea bobs. I'll never forget the trip. She smiled for a week. Died a few months later. See, this is what happens when one can't sleep. Memories are killing....
I need to get away for a while. Take a trip. Zone out. I never use the term, vacation. I've never taken a vacation and returned home rested. Never. It's a myth. Now, I've taken many trips and found them relaxing, peaceful and at times even enjoyable. But never restful.
It's time for us to make our annual trip to Cedar Key. Spend some time kicked back with a good book in my lap. Snoop around the place and find the best local fresh seafood market and utilize the condo kitchen and make a meal worth my time and efforts, screw restaurants. Watch the boats slip in and out of the channel, and hopefully, sleep as the thunderstorms pound the tin roof. I like to stroll over to the west side of the island and take a seat on the seawall and watch as the sun sets. For some reason its better on Cedar Key. Perhaps its the lack of people which leaves the island quiet - few vehicles, horns, sirens.
Unfortunately, for the first time in my life, I now find myself with health issues. The rest of this month is heavily scheduled with doctor appointments, and now I understand they want me to take rehab. I asked for what reason. I'm fine. No, they replied, you had a heart attack. Big friggin deal. I left the hospital the second day, feel fine, and damn sure don't have time for three time a week rehab sessions. Anyhow, Cedar Key is off until at least May or June. Damn it.
Not sure what the problem is with my wi/fi of late. It cuts in and out...ticks me off. I wanted to run over to my friend Matt's new blog and provide a link and tell all you good folks of his return. I'll try later this morning. If I must I'll post this and return and edit for the hot link. Not sure if the problem is my system or Comcast. My bets on them...
Done, please take a moment and run over and say hello. He's a nice guy and a fine friend.
Sweet Wife just came in and asked if I'm okay. She worries about me more than usual. Bless her. I dearly love her. I stole her, as 'they' used to say, from the nest. She's six years younger. Just a baby. We met at a local festival; her all blond wearing heels in tight jeans. She didn't stand a chance. Ah, youth.
At that time I had a small apartment on the beach a few miles and in another town north of here. She lived out of state. I spent many a late night driving home from her parents. I'd find myself hanging my face into the cold morning air, while driving like a maniac, in the wee hours of the morning, in order to make it to work on time. My first phone bill, after I met her, was six hundred dollars. In real money....think about it. She liked to talk. Then again, what woman doesn't.
Hey, I need to hit the shower. I truly hope you have a great day.
Later,
Stephen
In a few hours I'll jump into the shower and pack a few items in my bag and leave to take Little Bit to breakfast and school. The thought of it makes me smile. Afterwards to my shop and then an afternoon with the cardiologist. The thought of that doesn't make me smile...
Anyhow.
The Pimp came in twice today. Called me six times. He must be in a world of hurt. On both visits he arrived with pieces of crap handguns....and I mean bad. One was a Cobra .25, the frame hand painted black. His asking price was silly; $175.00. I offered him ten bucks. The second isn't even worth description. It was a little revolver with at least three missing parts. I told him it was a paperweight. You'd of thought I'd kicked him in the teeth based on his reaction.
Just before I closed the shop he phoned again...told me he wanted one more try. Said he had a Sig Revolver chambered in 32/20. Said he'd bring it by today. Really, he did...should be interesting.
I hear an owl...beautiful. Lonely sound. I live next door to a game preserve. The wildlife add richness to the nights. I never know what signs I will find during the morning hours. There are always the tracks, scat, leftover pieces of fish from the river, feathers and fur. A couple of years ago I found two baby 'possums asleep in my yard waste trashcan, cute little boogers, with teeth.
Think I'll switch out my carry piece today. Maybe my Smith model 19. Not sure yet. Any suggestions. Even though she's chambered in .357, I pack it filled with plus 'P' .38's. Hollow points. The trigger is to die for, as they say. This is a file photo, mines prettier....
Rambling, aren't I...
I've just set a pot of tea to the flame. Not sure why but I find myself drinking far more tea than coffee while at home. Weird.
Many, many years ago, while in Africa, I had a fella make me a cup of tea. It had a green tint. Said it would make me strong and produce a great many children (as he offered his youngest daughter to me) and said I should drink the tea in one large gulp. It was thick with canned condensed milk and sugar. I did as he asked. I hallucinated for the next ten or twelve hours. Headache like you wouldn't believe. When I awoke my wristwatch was missing and my day pack had been searched. When asked what in the hell he'd given me he just smiled and said a long life. The girl was all smiles. Don't ask....
I never did like Mombasa.
Just before her death I took my mother to British Columbia, Victoria. She collected tea cups. Victoria is famous for its bone china. She was in tea cup heaven. Before we left, I swear, she had at least one of everything, including porcelain tea bobs. I'll never forget the trip. She smiled for a week. Died a few months later. See, this is what happens when one can't sleep. Memories are killing....
I need to get away for a while. Take a trip. Zone out. I never use the term, vacation. I've never taken a vacation and returned home rested. Never. It's a myth. Now, I've taken many trips and found them relaxing, peaceful and at times even enjoyable. But never restful.
It's time for us to make our annual trip to Cedar Key. Spend some time kicked back with a good book in my lap. Snoop around the place and find the best local fresh seafood market and utilize the condo kitchen and make a meal worth my time and efforts, screw restaurants. Watch the boats slip in and out of the channel, and hopefully, sleep as the thunderstorms pound the tin roof. I like to stroll over to the west side of the island and take a seat on the seawall and watch as the sun sets. For some reason its better on Cedar Key. Perhaps its the lack of people which leaves the island quiet - few vehicles, horns, sirens.
Unfortunately, for the first time in my life, I now find myself with health issues. The rest of this month is heavily scheduled with doctor appointments, and now I understand they want me to take rehab. I asked for what reason. I'm fine. No, they replied, you had a heart attack. Big friggin deal. I left the hospital the second day, feel fine, and damn sure don't have time for three time a week rehab sessions. Anyhow, Cedar Key is off until at least May or June. Damn it.
Not sure what the problem is with my wi/fi of late. It cuts in and out...ticks me off. I wanted to run over to my friend Matt's new blog and provide a link and tell all you good folks of his return. I'll try later this morning. If I must I'll post this and return and edit for the hot link. Not sure if the problem is my system or Comcast. My bets on them...
Done, please take a moment and run over and say hello. He's a nice guy and a fine friend.
Sweet Wife just came in and asked if I'm okay. She worries about me more than usual. Bless her. I dearly love her. I stole her, as 'they' used to say, from the nest. She's six years younger. Just a baby. We met at a local festival; her all blond wearing heels in tight jeans. She didn't stand a chance. Ah, youth.
At that time I had a small apartment on the beach a few miles and in another town north of here. She lived out of state. I spent many a late night driving home from her parents. I'd find myself hanging my face into the cold morning air, while driving like a maniac, in the wee hours of the morning, in order to make it to work on time. My first phone bill, after I met her, was six hundred dollars. In real money....think about it. She liked to talk. Then again, what woman doesn't.
Hey, I need to hit the shower. I truly hope you have a great day.
Later,
Stephen
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Storms
Sorry I haven't as yet answered all the nice comments left here over the last two days. I shall do so as soon as possible. We had a series of storms hit us last night. My internet connection has be intermittent and this combined with a heavy work day - well, you get the point.
I haven't much to write about today. Life is the same. The Pimp came in yesterday and was unusually quiet. I didn't encourage him either....too many other customers. After a few minutes he mumbled and walked out. Fine with me.
If any of you are interested in a good deal on ammunition, hoof it over to SOG. Unless you have an FFL forget the weapons. My flier arrived yesterday and the ammo prices caught my eye. A case of 800 rounds of 7.62 x25 for $138.00. You must prove your age by sending a copy of your drivers license, again, unless you've a FFL on file with them, no rifles or handguns, which is a shame, but you can purchase the ammo. Check it out.
Two hours into this simple post....
I must gather my bundle of tax papers and drive over to my accountants office and drop them off so he can make a few dollars...after I've done most of the work. Oh, well. This task must be completed some time today. Then begins the worry. I always pay the government. Then, they hand my funds to some democritter so it has the means of funding its crack habit...
Trust me - a great storm is on this nation's horizon and its gonna be a whopper.
Take care.
Stephen
I haven't much to write about today. Life is the same. The Pimp came in yesterday and was unusually quiet. I didn't encourage him either....too many other customers. After a few minutes he mumbled and walked out. Fine with me.
If any of you are interested in a good deal on ammunition, hoof it over to SOG. Unless you have an FFL forget the weapons. My flier arrived yesterday and the ammo prices caught my eye. A case of 800 rounds of 7.62 x25 for $138.00. You must prove your age by sending a copy of your drivers license, again, unless you've a FFL on file with them, no rifles or handguns, which is a shame, but you can purchase the ammo. Check it out.
Two hours into this simple post....
I must gather my bundle of tax papers and drive over to my accountants office and drop them off so he can make a few dollars...after I've done most of the work. Oh, well. This task must be completed some time today. Then begins the worry. I always pay the government. Then, they hand my funds to some democritter so it has the means of funding its crack habit...
Trust me - a great storm is on this nation's horizon and its gonna be a whopper.
Take care.
Stephen
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