5/29/13

Sunday morning I meet Larry at the credit onion to go to the gun show.  I brought the Saiga 12 with me to have the Russian tune it up.  I fingered it would be worth $75.00 to have the thing checked over and made to function.  I hoped Larry would bring his as well on the off chance that we’d be able to go to Houston to pick them up and shoot them at the Russian’s range.  He had brought his along so the plan was in effect… or so I thought.  I'd also brought all the magazines I had for the gun thinking that if someone were to offer me $2,500.00 for the thing, I'd laugh all the way to the bank.  When we arrived at the show, Larry still wasn’t sure he wanted to send his off.  We went in without either gun and walked straight to the Russian’s table.  We waited for him to get free of another customer and began talking to him.  I told him of my range day with the 12 gauge and he said that if it wouldn’t cycle buckshot, there was something wrong with the gun.  We went back to the truck and I convinced Larry to have his done as well.  We brought both guns in and the Russian had a look at our gas ports.  Both guns were inadequately ported, apparently.  He said he’d re-drill them and polish the rails and bolt and stuff.  I bought the Carolina Shooter’s Supply optic mount and he said he’d install it as well.  With the paperwork completed, we began to walk the show.  I didn’t really see much I wanted… except for beef jerky and cheese and stuff like that.  We decided that since it was a small show with no tables to sit and eat, we’d have a quick candy bar and soda, walk the whole show, and then go out to lunch.  We kept walking the show.  Eventually I found a fiber-optic… um, optic… let me try that again.  Eventually I found an optic which uses a fiber-optic “light gathering” apparatus to illuminate the aiming dot.  It had a battery powered dot for low light as well and was really cool.  It looks almost exactly like the optic it replaced on the 7.62x39, so I bought it.  I also found another Chinese chest rig ammo pouch thingy full of ammo in stripper clips.  I plopped down the $85.00 he was asking and bought it.  I went back to the Russian and bought three more ten-round magazines for the Saiga 12, bringing my total up to ten.  With the purchase of a $20.00, 1” Picatinny riser, I was done for the day.  I think.  I talked Larry out of buying another AK rifle he didn’t need and we went to lunch at Dairy Queen.  After lunch, we went back to the credit onion and hopped into Fiona so I could show him the new shop.  As I said yesterday, he didn’t think it was too rustic looking.  I hope the place de-rusticates on me once the office furniture is out and I can really see what we’ve gotten ourselves into.  We’ll see.  When I got home, after dropping Larry at the credit onion, I installed the new optic on the 7.62x39 and decided I'd try it out Monday at the range.  Mom had other plans.  No, that’s not fair.  As I was watching TV that evening, mom came down to ask if I'd try to pull out the hearing aid which had broken off in her ear.  I could not see anything in her ear.  I began the fruitless search of the goddamned intergoogles for a motherfucking 24 hour non-emergency care clinic thing in the 76116 zip code.  The closest thing the bastard gave me was motherfucking Lemon Avenue in motherfucking Not Texas!  I knew there are two up here by the railroad and another couple on the south side of town on McCart and stuff.  There HAS to be one at least NEAR my motherfucking zip code!  Nope, the goddamned computer couldn’t find a single fucking one.  Finally I called our doctor’s cell phone thinking HE might have some suggestion.  He said, “If it isn’t hurting her… it isn’t hurting her.”  He agreed to meet us Monday at his office to yank it out, adding that if it DID begin to bother her, go to the emergency room.  We called it an evening with that.  Now, I've just passed a page break and am wondering if I should go ahead and tell Monday’s tale or save it for tomorrow.  I think I'll go ahead and type it, but I may not send it to Spiderman until… well, tomorrow.