6/13/2011

OK, this is going to sound like I'm bitching about what’s going on in my shop but I assure y'all, IT IS NOT. Anyhoo, those fart-knockers working on Barbecue Bob are taking forever! Just kidding. Seriously, I don't mind. I knew the job was dangerous when I took it... to to put it more correctly, “I knew the job would take longer than they estimated when I agreed to it.” No worries. So what I was going to say was... damn, now I've forgotten. The gist of it was that I haven’t done any work on Lil' Wiggly since Barbecue Bob has been in the main bay. Again, it isn't a problem. I guess y'all have fingered out from that preamble that I didn't get any work done on Lil' Wiggly this past weekend. I didn't really expect to follow through on setting up the canopy and working outside so it comes as no surprise to me. What I did do was, once again, help John and Dave work on Barbecue Bob Saturday. We’re making progress but it is going slowly. I'm not sure if I'm speeding things up by helping or slowing things down by dividing John's effort in an attempt to make more than one process happen at once. I imagine, when it is just John and Dave, that John tells Dave what to do on the specific project he, John, wants accomplished at that time and they go about doing it. When I'm there, I can see other parts of the project and dive into them. Yeah, the more I think about it, the more I think I might be part of the problem. I don't know. Anyhoo, we worked on Barbecue Bob all morning and then went to Buffalo Wild Wings, which seems to be our “Go To” place for lunch now. After that I went home and showered then took a nap, as I'm wont to do on a Saturday after the shop. Oh, Larry and I had made tentative plans to go to the gun show in Not Texas on Sunday. Well, mom was in College Station with my sister and they called while I was at the shop. They asked if I would be willing to drive to Granbury on Sunday and pick up mom and some stuff they were bringing home. I said I could do that and then texted Larry that the gun show was off. After my nap Saturday afternoon, mom calls from College Station and asks if I'm home, showered, and rested. I answer in the affirmative and she hands the phone to my sister. Linda says, “Would you be willing to drive down to College Station tonight and pick up mom and the stuff coming to your house?” Now, it is 1630 h at this point and College Station is at least three hours down the road. I didn't respond very positively to that suggestion. She began to backpedal immediately and I said, “Now wait. I'm not saying I won’t do it. Just explain the plan to me.” She kept saying, “Never mind. We'll see you in Granbury in the morning.” I shrugged it off and decided, “If she/they want to be pissed off at me for not traipsing across the State at a million o’clock, let her/them be pissed off.” I called her back around 2200 h to confirm the final plan for Sunday. I was to come to Granbury in the morning and pick up mom, some chairs, a desk thingy, and some other odds and ends. In the morning I got up and headed down to Granbury in Fifi. I got to Linda’s house and we loaded the stuff. She wanted me to report on mom’s side of the story when I got home. I figured it had been an ugly weekend so was not looking forward to the trip home. On the contrary, mom told me about the trip and was not upset about anything at all. I'm thinking Linda was afeared mom was going to go off on how Lester, my brother-in-law, had been a grump the whole time and stuff like that. Apparently Lester had gone to the deer lease to fill feeders before heading to College Station to move out of the apartment and was tired and cranky. She understood and was apologetic of his behavior when she told me the tale. We stopped at Niester’s for lunch and it was good! Back at the house, I unloaded the truck, parked the cars, and settled in for a bit. As I turned on the TV, I realized it was just now noon. I'd gotten a much earlier start than I thought. I texted Larry to see if we were too late to go ahead to the Not Texas gun show. When I never heard back from him, I assumed we were. Eventually I got bored with TV and thought about going shooting. I headed up to my room to pack a range bag. I realized I didn't have a good gun pouch thingy to go in the range bag and remembered what John had done. The bags we both have came with little things which were supposed to be used for gun toting. Thing is, they were just fold-over things with a Velcro tab. The sides were open and the gun could just fall out. John had sewn his up into a pouch with only the Velcro side open. I decided to do the same with mine. “Where is mine?” I asked. I knew one of them was on top of a bookcase as a cat bed but I was sure there was a second one somewhere. I found it and scrounged up a needle and thread. I sewed the sides up and had a look. Me rikee rots. I unloaded the Judge and plopped it into the pouch then into the range bag. I rounded up a bunch of ammo and put it in the range bag. I told mom I was going shooting and left. I blew away a couple targets with .410 shotgun shells and .45 Colt bullets and felt much better for it. My accuracy sucked ass, but what can one expect from a Judge. They were almost all within the silhouette, but not very tight patterns at all. Oh, the one “flier” would have probably taken his earlobe off so I do consider it a hit as well. The .45 Colt ammo I shot was mostly reloads I bought at the gun show but I did fire five “Werewolf” rounds and five “Flying Ashtrays.” I love popping off those Cor-Bon “Flying Ashtrays” when there is a newbie in the range. They flash like a camera and the report is loud even with hearing protection. They. Are. Awesome. These two ladies behind me were goggle-eyed when I’d shot those rounds. I giggled. After I was done I took off to the shop and gave a cursory cleaning to the gun then went home. I cleaned it a little more there then wasted the evening. Now we’re back at work and I'm talking to y'all. Well, since I've filled an entire page, and then some, I guess I'll shut up now. Toodles.