Bride and I have been together about two and a half years, married six months ago today.
She's out of town for a hockey tourney for the weekend, so I got to be a bachelor. I got home from work at 11 last night, and laid on the sofa poking around online and half-watching a movie out of the corner of my eye. Around 1:30 I went to bed.
I slept (sprawled all the way across our queen bed) until I decided to get up (10am), made some breakfast, read for a while, caught up on forums and blogs, and here I sit. I was supposed to work at 3 today, but we were over-staffed so I took some comp time I'd accrued and will go have dinner with a friend visiting from out of town. I'm planning to spend the afternoon tinkering on my truck, with one of my chainsaws, and maybe cleaning out a couple guns. Now that it's warm enough to use Ed's Red outside, I can do that instead of Hoppes inside.
Tomorrow I'll get up a little early, and I'm heading off to a chainsaw get-together about twenty minutes away. The weather should be perfect (50 and mostly sunny), and I'll get to play with power tools that make lots of noise, eat some food, drink some beer, and hang out with other guys who like the same thing.
The only thing that feels weird about having the wife gone for a couple nights is that she took a couple of the guns with her. Her folks have been having coyote problems on the farm and just lost a new calf Thursday night. I was asked what the best remedy was, and sent her off with her 870 20ga, two boxes of #3 buckshot, one box of slugs, my .270 with a box of 130gr, and, the hard part, my 28-2 with two speed strips of .38Spl LSWC loads.
Yeah, I know, .270 is overkill for songdogs, but the option was the Mini-14, which is (A) not accurate enough to reach out, and (B) semi-auto centerfire, which she doesn't care for.
Eventually my AR upper will come in and I'll do some of this dirty work myself... meantime, I'm going to enjoy my bachelor weekend. It's almost noon, and I reckon I should get off the couch and start tinkering with the truck.
She's out of town for a hockey tourney for the weekend, so I got to be a bachelor. I got home from work at 11 last night, and laid on the sofa poking around online and half-watching a movie out of the corner of my eye. Around 1:30 I went to bed.
I slept (sprawled all the way across our queen bed) until I decided to get up (10am), made some breakfast, read for a while, caught up on forums and blogs, and here I sit. I was supposed to work at 3 today, but we were over-staffed so I took some comp time I'd accrued and will go have dinner with a friend visiting from out of town. I'm planning to spend the afternoon tinkering on my truck, with one of my chainsaws, and maybe cleaning out a couple guns. Now that it's warm enough to use Ed's Red outside, I can do that instead of Hoppes inside.
Tomorrow I'll get up a little early, and I'm heading off to a chainsaw get-together about twenty minutes away. The weather should be perfect (50 and mostly sunny), and I'll get to play with power tools that make lots of noise, eat some food, drink some beer, and hang out with other guys who like the same thing.
The only thing that feels weird about having the wife gone for a couple nights is that she took a couple of the guns with her. Her folks have been having coyote problems on the farm and just lost a new calf Thursday night. I was asked what the best remedy was, and sent her off with her 870 20ga, two boxes of #3 buckshot, one box of slugs, my .270 with a box of 130gr, and, the hard part, my 28-2 with two speed strips of .38Spl LSWC loads.
Yeah, I know, .270 is overkill for songdogs, but the option was the Mini-14, which is (A) not accurate enough to reach out, and (B) semi-auto centerfire, which she doesn't care for.
Eventually my AR upper will come in and I'll do some of this dirty work myself... meantime, I'm going to enjoy my bachelor weekend. It's almost noon, and I reckon I should get off the couch and start tinkering with the truck.
