Neanderpundit

almost anyone to help you dispose of a body. When you find someone who will help you move or hang kitchen cabinets, you have something.

Saturday Partner and i did just that. I have helped him with a home improvement project or two, but he has I think literally saved my life on this one, helping me pull wires and reroute gas lines and all manner of other nasty shit. It nearly killed us, but the cabinets are in.

Our next challenge is countertops- we have temporary stuff now but we will be getting the real thing as soon as the Ogwife picks a color.

Partners work, thank god is over- his house is right out of Good Housekeeping but I was there when it was bare studs and lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling. I’m happy to have his occasional expertise with my projects, and it’s a pleasure to be getting down to brass tacks here.

Maims on the other.

I have a rather large handful of home improvement projects I must finish before I can consider any range time, but when the time comes, I know I will be grinning from ear to ear.

I will meet with my optometrist, perhaps even take him to the range with me, and have him examine my eyes to confirm I am not in any danger of retinal separation- though he figures probably not.

I am a recoil junkie. And I cannot keep myself from grinning every time I touch the rifle. I want to carry a couple rounds of the ammunition with me, just because. I can’t wait to have a cartridge belt full of bloody nearly 4″ long shells.

Now what I want is a big pile of Kynoch/Ely brass to load up stinky hot with Barnes solids.

Trouble follows.

Oglet on a school trip to do habitat-type work. Miss her already. Hope she has fun and learns lots.

Ever notice you hardly ever see a nun looks like Rosalind Russell?

Oh, God I was just Andy Rooney for a minute there. Well, I almost have the eyebrows for it.