Hum....where HAVE we been anyway? No blog post for 48 hours. That's unusual but not totally unheard of. Tuesday morning was far too high speed for a blog post. We barely made it to the 9 am Target Shoot on time.
Then we became involved in a bank error that caused to have to rush back to Camp Verde to rectify. Luckily, the bank waived $70 worth of overdraft fees and the episode ended well and we were happy. Meanwhile, a backlog of household chores ate the remainder of Tuesday. I finally got around to cleaning and organizing my shed. If left alone, a guy's shed will devolve into total chaos in a very short timeframe. It's all nice now. Our lit our campfire only minutes before sunset.
Monday was as described--some unremarkable errands. Gary and Tom and I spent over 3 hours in his gunshop while he worked on the 1911's new trigger and other fine points. There was no campfire Monday night--far too wet and cold.
The Target Shoot was, as usual, a barrel of fun. (Pun intended.) Pete and Tom spent about 20 minutes giving me welcome hands on instruction in everything wrong with my grip, stance, posture and sight plane. In that short time they did an extreme makeover of how I had been shooting a pistol. I had no idea everything I was doing was wrong. After the Target Shoot ended, I joined the group a the Hideaway restaurant to listen to their stories and enjoy their easy-going camaraderie. They are fun folks.
Today promises to be even more mundane than the previous two. The Spudboater will be arriving from Boise Thursday afternoon. Today's the day we set up her guest cottage. We're parking the Skamper in its own little alcove of mesquites and will have it all set up for her five night stay.
Well, that's about all there is to report. Nothing more, nothing less. Cheers, jp