Neanderpundit

So a job has gone south again and I’m tapped to go in and turn the ship around. I drive out to South Bend, ancestral home of the Fritz’s (mom’s folks) and Gene Hardig, the offshoot relative for whom I’m (middle) named, developer of the Studebaker Avanti.

And can’t get to sleep ion my farging hotel for love or money. I’m still up at five AM, local time, and the clock is set for seven AM, local time. So as I finally get to sleep I’m ready to get up. And spend a day in a hot factory. And drive 120 miles home.

So I do what I can. I can get along with anyone, and I think having established a relationship with the customer (with whom nobody ELSE can get along) I think I’m gonna be able to turn this around and make it a success. I’m certainly going to try. It’ll be a damned sight easier with a decent night’s sleep under my belt.

One of the things you begin to notice as you collect firearms is theamount of space they begin to take up. Soon enough, you start to see why gun cabinets are so large, and why most of them are so damned expensive.

My biggest problem wioth most gun cabinests was their sheer size, followed closely by their cost. A decent gun cabinet cost as much as a decent used car, and the cheap ones might just as well be made out of tissue paper. A cabinet big enough for my (albeit small) collection with enough room to grow was going to take up a 3 foot square space. I needed a place to keep the growing oglet out of the collection as well, so something had to be done soon.

So i put a heavy door on my closet and a deadbolt, and stored the long guns amid my trousers for a long time. Worked ok, but I got tired of having to dig for keys every time I wanted a shirt.

So I started looking around. There were a lot of small safes with room for several guns but nothing in my price range that wasn’t made like a glorified filing cabinet.
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Yesterday I hardly dd anything at all, compared to my normal sunday fare. I mean, I got home from mass and breakfast, then the wife and nephew and I put more insulation in the attic above my office, then the nephew and I went to the yard to get a replacement set of transmission cooler lines for his car, and crawled around in the gravel under an old T-bird doing so for several hours.

We also took down all the christmas decorations (though that was mostly the ogwife and the daughter, I was responsible for the outdoor lights) What the heck do “normal” people do with their lives/ sheesh. Despite the lighter than usual workload, I feel beat like a rented mule this morning, no doubt from the hours of crawling in gravel and kneeling on rafters. Good to get back to work, I need the rest.