Another quick note...it's been a very long day of thunder and rain and heat. There, did you see the lighting.... just finished dinner (a turkey roast) and I'm flat-footed tired.
My lovely wife begins college later this week. The school is across the river and many miles from our home - she asked if I'd help her scout the route. We did. The class room was located, and I flagged the way back to the parking lot.
Better safe than sorry.
Thinking about melting a bit of lead. I'd like to cast a few cheap bullets.
It is written (somewhere) we should all know our limitations. Mine is auto mechanics. Place just about any firearm at my feet and I'll run it for you. Ask me to repair your car - not gonna happen.
Sure, I can change the oil and handle most of the basics but when it comes to the complicated stuff, like brake jobs, well it's best to leave it to the experts.
Several months back I happened upon a Youtube channel and found this fine young man. Here's a sample.
Eric works clean. He has a system and his videos are clear and simple enough for the average back yard mechanic to follow along, even a dummy such as myself.
Do yourself a favor - before you attempt that next brake job on your twenty year old Chevy run over and visit Eric, he'll probably save your life.
The price of friggin shrimp has spiked - even the frozen stuff is nine bucks a pound. I want to cook. Something with rice and bell peppers and onions and celery all mixed with a wonderful light brown rue.
Guess I'll settle for chicken...
As you're well aware it's Saturday and I really haven't the time to write. Couple of crows have landed just outside my office window. They cuss me.
Writing, in general, is a pain in the ass. Unless, of course, time is on your side. And, silence.
I've just unlocked the front door of the shop. Soon, I hope, hoople-heads with full wallets will walk inside. I shall take their cash, smile and bid them a good day.
Perhaps later this afternoon time will become available and I'll write a piece worthy of your attention.
Just for the record this is the first time Blogger has allowed me, yours truly, access to my blog. So there. I don't know. You tell me.
Guess I pissed it off.
My fingers are stiff and sore, the weather here is awful - awful as in hot and very humid, and it seems I need a refresher course on posting to Blogger. Baby steps, don't 'ya know.
My new old stock Lee Loader arrived today. So excuse me as I step into the garage and hand roll a few rounds of .38 Special. I'm all into old school these days.
Like an idiot I ran off and forgot a handgun I'd sold yesterday. Younger man walked into the shop and asked if I had any 'cowboy' pistols. Said yes but only one and it was in my safe at the house. He insisted I take his cash, sight unseen, with the request I hump the firearm to the shop today.
Told him, "Fine. It'll be here tomorrow."
It's tomorrow, er, today, and his revolver isn't.
Me, all red-faced, filled with shame. So, please excuse me while I drive back home and get this boy's Zombie Apocalypse weapon.
