3/9/10

So, here we go again. Once I was myself again after the hypoglycemia incident Saturday evening, I packed up the guns and ammo for the shoosting trip on Sunday. Sunday morning, it was raining. I wasn't about to be the candy-ass who backed out because of a little rain so I began loading stuff into Fifi. Just before I took the Saiga and the Space Gun out there, my phone rang. Apparently it is my brother-in-law with the posterior of confectionery treats. “Hey Tim, Lester Cox here,” which is how he always starts his phone conversations with me. “It’s raining!” “It IS raining,” I agreed. “You want to do this some other weekend when it isn't raining?” he asked. “I’m following you,” I replied. We agreed to put it off and thus I was left at a loose end all day Sunday. I was actually relieved because my candy ass really didn't want to go mess around in the rain. However, since it was raining, I wasn't going to go to the shop and mess with the RX-4 outside on the trailer, and I still didn't have the money for firing up The Seven or to go shooting on my own. I could have gone to the shop and tried to mount the fore end vertical grip on the Saiga, but for some reason I just didn't. I managed to waste the whole day in front of the TV with the cat until time to go to the Purple cow. I shuffled cars and fired Lil' Wiggly up again. I decided that since a) it was raining and 2) I had half an hour to get there, I'd just drive surface streets. I took off up Camp Bowie. At the Alta Mesa (or is it Alta Mere by my house? I can never remember) light, a douche bag pulled up on my right in the lane which becomes a right turn only at the defunct Steak and Ale. I so wish Lil' Wiggly had more nuts at times like that because I would have forced his ass to back off or turn. Alas no, he made it out in front of me and merged over at the last second, as I knew he would. Some people need a good killin’ is all I'm saying. Anyhoo, I roll on down Camp Bowie until I get to the Horne Street light. It was here that I needed to decide whether I was taking the freeway or the access road. I chose freeway. I pulled into the parking lot of the Purple Cow to find Jeff sitting there alone. I parked next to him and we rolled down our windows to talk. Neither one of us wanted to get out and stand in the rain, apparently. We chatted until 1830 h when I paged John to see if he was coming. He was not. We decided that neither of us, Jeff or I, needed to go into the Purple Cow and spend money we didn't really have so we waited until 1900 h and called it a meet. I took I-30 home instead of surface streets. Once I had all the cars parked in the driveway again I went in and wasted the rest of the evening with TV. And that is about it for my weekend. On to new business. I've been playing with plans for the shop next to the house. I think I have a couple I really like. I will need to choose between a single 20’ door front and rear or an 8’ and a 12’ on front with a 12’ on the rear. The depth will be decided by the city. One pair of plans has the front wall running straight south in line with the existing garage. This will make for a shallow interior space due to (tee hee, I said doo doo) the fact that I have to stop short of the power pole in the rear. This is, I'm afeared, what the city will force upon me. If, however, they will allow me to come forward, to the east about six feet, I'd basically have the same depth as the existing garage just shifted slightly. I'd also have a personnel door on the outside facing the existing driveway on a north jutting wall. But like I said, I doubt the city will allow the eastward shift. We'll see. As for the door count, I think I like the “three door” design the best. I'm not sure why, but I think I do. I suppose I ought to do some elevation drawings of these things to get some feel for how it will all look. Thing is, I just don't want to right now. Well, it is noon. Ryan can't make it to lunch so I'm going to sit here and wait out Dennis. I expect he’ll call in the next fifteen to twenty minutes to go to lunch. So, in anticipation of that, I'm going to sign off of the rant and go play solitaire. Toodles.