I know it has been a few days too long since I last posted. Let me start from the present and work my way back.
Jenni didn’t have choir practice tonight, but she did have a baby shower for one of the girls in choir. Apparently, I was welcome to come, but I have lost all taste in going to those things, so here I am, blogging. Besides that, I can’t risk making any more friends. The two that I already have keep me busy full-time!
I need to check and see if I can post from my BlackBerry. If so, I’ll do that from time to time in the future. I don’t even hold out stupid hope that I could post pictures that way, so I wouldn’t make it an all-the-time deal. The mean machine with an Intel, hyperthreading processor and 2.5-GB ram, that I frankensteined out of the remains of several dead machines is on the fritz (if you can believe that), but I managed to get another, albiet crappier machine, limping along well enough that I can actually use the sucker – hence my current keyboarding. This machine is a lot louder, it has a quarter of the processing power and about a quarter the ram. Es muy sucko. Even so, it will cruise the interwebtron, and seems to do alright with my website. Thus my current blogging. But, I digress…
Jenni took the car this morning since I had to work, and she took the day off to go to the tea party. I hitched a ride with my brother’s carpool since my brother lives about five miles away and works within a five-minute walk from where I do. At work, the boss called in from wherever he was and said that any of us that were interested should go to the tea party. I hitched a ride with a coworker and went to the tea party. I’m sure Jenni will blog extensively about that, so I won’t dwell. Suffice it to say that it was big. There were more people there than I could see from my vantage point. Without doing any actual research on it, I’ve heard estimates between 2,000 and 30,000 people. I don’t think it was at the low end or the high end. I would guess three to seven thousand attendees, but as I said, I couldn’t see them all from where I was standing. I figured it would be a few hundred people. I figured wrong by a zero or two. I was going to write a blog entry on lunch today, but the tea party consumed my lunch.
I was going to blog on my lunch yesterday, but that clearly didn’t happen. One of my coworkers decided that we should all get the updated version of Outlook (small company, no IT department). Yesterday, he installed Outlook on my desk computer on my lunch break so as to not consume more company time than necessary – annoying but understandable. Now that he’s got the new Outlook running properly on my machine, I’m resenting it less and seeing it as the tool that it needed to be for our company. Thumbs up, good deal, didn’t blog.
At lunch on Monday, I was going to blog about something that happened on Saturday, but what it was escaped me. I felt pretty dumb, actually. On Sunday evening, I had announced authoritatively in a ‘EUREKA!’ sort of way to my lovely wife what I was going to write about, but I couldn’t recall it the next day. I don’t know whether it was the alcohol, my age catching up with me, lack of sleep, other or all of the above, but it wasn’t happening. I spent my lunch break researching the Stevens Favorite .22 lever-action single-shot (of which my mom has a beautiful, early representation) and .22lr conversions for my AR-15 instead. For whatever reason, the idea of a nickle-per-round plinking appeals to me far more than fitty-cents-per-round plinking. To that end, I think I’m going to try a conversion bolt and move up to a full upper if I feel it’s necessary after the fact.
The service on Sunday morning was beautiful. The choir was on, and the Disciples of Christ know how to put on a holiday service. I may consider myself to be non-denominational and a-religious, but our current church feels more like home than anywhere else I’ve ever been.
Sunday lunch with my family was quite nice. The kids found eggs as they were supposed to. There are only ever so many places to ‘hide’ eggs. Once you breach a certain number of them, there’s nothing left to do but set them out in the open, in plain sight. The funniest part of that is that sometimes those are the last ones the kids find. Kids can be so dumb, and yet they paint the perfect picture of adults, don’t they? I don’t mean that as an insult to the little dudes, but seriously! Who will repeatedly not wash their hair when they shower and offer “I didn’t think I had time” as an excuse? YOU WERE IN THERE FOR FORTY-FIVE MINUTES!!!!!!!! HOW DID YOU NOT HAVE TIME TO WASH YOUR HAIR?!?!?!?!? My son is brilliant, he is growing up nicely, he is well-behaved, but sometimes he makes me beat my head against a wall. They all do to varying degrees. I have far more patience with my own than I do others, so I avoid the others as a general rule.
Saturday, we went to the family land for some shooty goodness. We somehow managed to convince my parents to come with. I won’t bore you with the details, but my memory has been jogged on what I was going to blog about. The general haps of the day are that my brother and sister-in-law and my parents came with us. Between us, we had five shotguns, three rifles, three semi-auto pistols, and six revolvers. We got some very fun and useful practice in, and I have avoided calculating the cost of the lead that we threw downrange. I wish the boy could have come with us, but we had a deal, and he didn’t keep his end of it. That sucks. But, that leads me to my next blog entry. Enjoy.