It's Saturday morning and it's cold out, all very quiet. I am listening to some gentle and soothing improvised piano 'space music'...
I've worked hard all week but then, such is my normal pace of work. I have always been that way: put in 110% on the job...maybe I work too hard?
I know no other way, but it takes its toll upon me. I have driven myself to exhaustion on numerous occasions. That I have residual ADHD does not help this situation...
Lord, this music is calming and beautiful.
There is a gun and knife show this weekend and I am a mere walk away from the Trade Center. I am a strange character, I suppose: I can spend hours inside of a beauty supply store and I can spend hours at a gun and knife show.
I need a stock for my Remington 870; I will probably acquire a fixed stock, in contradistinction to a folding unit. I need another barrel for the same gun, but the barrel which is currently installed is functional.
There is something of a 'combat medicine' concessionaire at these shows. I could augment and enhance my own medical/surgical suite.
They have a number of vendors at these shows who sell reloaded ammunition. I personally will not buy reloaded ammunition, as the quality of the same could be fatally dubious. I am trusting that the reloader actually knew what she or he was doing or was sober at the time and using reloaded ammunition in a defensive situation could prove to be legally problematic.
If I still lived in Detroit, I would be far more concerned about firearm and ammunition acquisition, with Election Tuesday imminent.
I work too damned hard and relaxation does not come easy to me, but I think that I need to today. I'll go to the gun show and then to the thrift shop, to get some pretty tops and more pretty figurines.
There is so much that is happening these days and so much to do...
I've worked hard all week but then, such is my normal pace of work. I have always been that way: put in 110% on the job...maybe I work too hard?
I know no other way, but it takes its toll upon me. I have driven myself to exhaustion on numerous occasions. That I have residual ADHD does not help this situation...
Lord, this music is calming and beautiful.
There is a gun and knife show this weekend and I am a mere walk away from the Trade Center. I am a strange character, I suppose: I can spend hours inside of a beauty supply store and I can spend hours at a gun and knife show.
I need a stock for my Remington 870; I will probably acquire a fixed stock, in contradistinction to a folding unit. I need another barrel for the same gun, but the barrel which is currently installed is functional.
There is something of a 'combat medicine' concessionaire at these shows. I could augment and enhance my own medical/surgical suite.
They have a number of vendors at these shows who sell reloaded ammunition. I personally will not buy reloaded ammunition, as the quality of the same could be fatally dubious. I am trusting that the reloader actually knew what she or he was doing or was sober at the time and using reloaded ammunition in a defensive situation could prove to be legally problematic.
If I still lived in Detroit, I would be far more concerned about firearm and ammunition acquisition, with Election Tuesday imminent.
I work too damned hard and relaxation does not come easy to me, but I think that I need to today. I'll go to the gun show and then to the thrift shop, to get some pretty tops and more pretty figurines.
There is so much that is happening these days and so much to do...
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