4/19/10

Bah, feh, meh, and psh. I didn't get squat done this weekend. As I mentioned the other day, John couldn't make it to the shop on Saturday and since it was raining, I didn't go either. I goofed off around the house until 1130-ish when mom and I went to do some running around. She needed to go to the church and then stop for milk while I needed to go to the Boys of Pep for wiper blades. We took off in Fifi and went to the church. She did what she needed to do there and we went to Joe’s Pizza and Pasta for a couple Philly Cheese Steak sammiches. They were really good. Since it was raining pretty hard when we left, we forewent the Boys of Pep and headed home. At the last moment, we decided to go ahead and stop at Braum’s for milk and a couple sundaes. Back at the house I hung out for a little bit then decided I was not going to waste the entire day inside. I took off and went back to the Boys of Pep for the wiper blades. Oh, they were for Ms. Clio by the way. I bought my blades and came back home to install them. At some point I switched positions of the two cars so I could drive Ms. Clio and leave Fifi in front of the garage. I decided against going to the shop and went in to waste the rest of Saturday. Sunday morning I hung out and waited for mom to get home from church. She did eventually arrive and we had some leftovers or something for lunch. She asked if I'd mind driving her to Sam’s, to get something for a luncheon or something, at around 1600 h. Remember that time, it will be important later. She went to take a nap and I took off in Ms. Clio for a hoon. I took the Judge and all the ammo it could shoot with me. I did my usual long route to the shop but stopped halfway when I got to the shoosting range on 377. I went in and asked if I could shoot .410 shotgun shells from a Judge in the pistol range. I was told I could so I went back out to get the gun bag. He checked me in and I went in to shoost. I noticed two boxes of Winchester Silver Tip (Werewolf) ammo on the shelf and considered buying it before going in. “Aw,” I said to myself, “no one is going to buy those while you are in there.” and went on in. I popped off the twenty rounds of Federal “Personal Defense #4” shells first. I had thought they might be #4 buckshot but it looked more like bird shot instead. At seven yards, my maximum “I think I could still justify that as self defense to the District Attorney” range, I could not even see the pattern. I had to bring the target in to see if I was even hitting the paper. At three yards they were only slightly less unimpressive. I overheard the lady two rows over asking what it was I had. The dude with her ‘splained it and I offered to show it to her. She took me up on the offer to shoot it so I loaded up the last five #4 shells and set the gun down. She asked if it had much kick and I told her I didn't think so. “Hold on to it tight though!” I went on to say. She blasted off those rounds and turned back with a smile. I shot a cylinder or two of 000 Buckshot to show her how they patterned. I then moved on to my stash of .45 Colt Werewolf ammo. I fired off ten or fifteen of them and started to clean up. She was talking to the guy about the Judge again and asked if she could see it once more. “Sure thing!” I said. “Want to try a bullet instead of the shot shells?” She did so I loaded up a cylinder full of Werewolf rounds. “Don’t forget to hang on,” I told her. She lined up the laser, cocked the hammer back, and pulled the trigger. She fired the other four double-action and turned back to me. “Ok,”she said, “I began to feel that right here,” as she indicated the web of her thumb. She went on to say that she really liked it. I won't be surprised if she buys one. I cleaned up my area and wiped off the gun before putting everything away and left. At the counter I asked if I could buy the two boxes of .45 Colt ammo and indicated the boxes I'd seen when I came in. He looked at the price and laughed, “Sure!” They were like $23.00 for twenty rounds, but I expected as much. I paid and headed to the shop where I began to clean the gun. Marty Smith showed up to see Nadine so I stopped to show it to him. We looked it over for a while and then I excused myself to finish with the gun. Mom called. She wanted to know where I was and when I said, “At the shop,” she said, “Never mind then.” I asked what was up and she said she would drive to Sam’s for the meat or whatever it was. “Oh crap,” I thought, “I totally forgot about that.” I apologized for being late and she assured me she could do the run herself. I finished cleaning the Judge. I think it may be the cleanest it has ever been since I've owned the thing. No more lead bullets through that gun, ever. When I was done, I took Kurt Corto to the bench grinder and knocked a little bit off of the magazine release button. It had a bad habit of ejecting the mag in my pocket because the button sat too proud of the grip. Now it is just proud enough to eject with an intentional press but I don't think the pocket will do it anymore. I loaded everything back in the car and went home. It was then that I looked at the time. It was just then 1545 h! I wasn't late, she decided to go early! I drove on home. There, I decided that I'd had enough of the beard and shaggy hair, it must have been 1/4” long in the back! I shaved and took a shower. Just as I was finishing up, mom came home. When she asked what I wanted for dinner, I said, “Tacos.” It was decided that I would go get them and I did. We ate and then I wasted the rest of the evening with TV and internot. So, there you have it. One totally wasted weekend. Just exactly how much time did y'all waste reading about it? Sad, isn't it?