Check it off the list. We went down the hill to meet the Doc. My numbers are running good: BMI, BHP, FIT, etc., and the aches and pains are normal – and the chest-wall pain-thing, well it just happens when you over-exert. I need to wear a hat in the sun (like I always do anyhow) since my natural “foliage” long ago departed my scalp. The weird head noogies and such are not cancer, stop picking at ‘em, it’s gross.
He spent his AF career in medicine at Travis and never was called up to anything. I mentioned my dad had a HS buddy who in WWII went up there and was promised to fly planes and become a pilot. Instead he swept the runway for three years. He did finally get to fly but was shot-down and vanished in the Pacific.
Doc’s also a dirt-rider, so good. Grew up in the Southland riding in the Dez, then moved to SJ area where his dad worked in the Defense Industry, then AF. He suggested that there were some technical trail “sections” at Prairie City, but when we were there last Wednesday I didn’t see where or how… Anyhow I need to find a burnt-out old super-senior geezer of C-level skill like myself to ride around Georgetown and Foresthill. When it starts raining and the concreted dirt softens up a little, it’s spectacular.
After I went across the hallway and got an update in my arm of TDAP (Tetanus-Diptheria-And-Pertussis), we went downstairs to get our new RXs dialed-in for a fresh set of specs.
At home the Midway order arrived with Ka-Bar pistol bayonet! It’s made by LaserLyte so should have a laser in it, IMHO – but nobody is gonna try and grab that out of your hands or rack the slide out of battery on you.
Back in August we received a very favorable ruling:
A federal judge severely limited California’s gun-purchase waiting period in a ruling released Monday that says the law is unconstitutional when applied to those who have gone through the process to get a concealed-weapons permit, or who the state already knows to be firearms owners.
Still Clinton appointee Judge Ishii stayed his own ruling for 180 days, to give California time to rewrite its laws – should it choose to do so. Huh?? Doh!! So in a few days we’ll pickup the Mossberg.
Meanwhile the actual outside has dropped into the 70’s. Just about two weeks ago with temps averaging in the 90’s we had to get-up early and get working outside before the heat scorched us. Today my wife remarked, “What’s that burning smell?” I looked around from washing breakfast dishes at the window, and felt warm breeze on my toes – the heater had kicked on! Interior temps had dropped below 67-degrees and the furnace equipment that had lain dormant since April was re-awakened.
A mild mid-atmosphere haze and gray cloud formation hung overhead all morning, only slightly dissipating as afternoon winds blew up and pushed it north. Rain is in the Saturday forecast so we went out and watered plants from the rain-barrels to empty them, and I moved some rocks around trying to delineate a pathway between the bonsai’d junipers and the stumpy “thing” growing out by the roadway of the low granite outcropping.
The line of clouds marching across the horizon towards us since this early morning, marching and marching and always off in the distance and never arriving – finally did. They thickened and coalesced into a drip-line, with welcome droplets descending in a tepid rain.
UPDATE: Amazingly, it mostly filled the small rain-barrels.
As a firearms aficionado I was lucky to (be working and have enough money) and first acquire The Complete Basic-Battery: Pistol, Rifle, Shotgun. So there I was with my gats: a Smith’ Model-10, a 1900’s-era Krag-Jorgenson (in an un-useable very 60’s Monte Carlo stock, but not cut-down), and a ’54 Belgian Browning Light-Twelve that was once my Grandfather’s. What a beauty. With gold wash still on the trigger and an un-blemished receiver, it was made a few years before my birth and it is a Revered Family Heirloom (even for those non-gunny types), and I’m just the most recent caretaker.
How did you start out? What’s your basic-basic?
Since that time I have filled out my Basic Battery at various locations and with assorted permutations; Colt and Sig added to S&W, M1 Garand and M1 Carbine (Postal Meter now sold, dammit) added to Krag-Jorgenson – but a profound vacancy remained.
I was afraid to ruin Grandpa’s old beauty, and nobody on my old Shootin’ Club even fired shotguns so I got no encouragement there. But I had shot Chris AnarchAngel Byrne’s DiFi Hater-Gun – the Dianne Feinstein Memorial Assault Shotgun, the Shotty from Hell with the rotary magazine, and it was FUN! But if anyone ever said, “Let’s go play 3-Gun!” I would have come up short, my Battery was vacant at that location.
So today I went up to Hangtown, to Big-5 and slapped plastic down on a Mossberg 590. Besides, I got the Mossberg hat at the Gunblogger Rendezvous when Remington didn’t give squat. It’s not a wrist-cracking “cruiser” nor does it have a gigantic drum magazine, but it does have something AWFUL, a bayonet lug. So for a hundred bucks or so I can get an Ontario M9 that makes it pokey-slicey and adds to my bayonet collection.
Maybe they need to open up “3-Gun” and make it slashy: “3-Gun and BAAYONET!”
When you start building a project, whether it’s a rifle or a vehicle, you need to begin with the propellant/power-plant unit in mind. I know everybody builds Fords and Chevys, but where I can find a 1918 Hispano-Suiza V-8? – or maybe here? 300-something HP seems to be the goal for the motor, not sure about the weight… Some awesome Kiwis built a few.
After that a reproduction kit, or something. A few hundered hours spinning wrenches and slapping dope on silk, volia!
Since I live on a hill, when it’s done it will be relatively simple to get it push-started and off down to the airport below, no?
If I had a ranch in Texas and a Class III stamp (and a dozen Dillons set up for .303 British) the Lewis gun would be cool (and the synchronized Vickers too), and I could fly around with it and rat-a-tat to my hearts content.
With a few lights and some IR stuff it would be an awesome-bitchin’ night-fighter shootin’ wild hogs – as long as the exhaust and engine heat-plume didn’t make the IR bloom…
And of course it would be cool to have a ridin’/flyin’ buddy to join along. I know there’s a bunch of Aero-Gunny types out there besides Bridgid, like Murphy’s Law for instance…
In the evening the Low-Grade 101 fever returned. Feeling dull as dishwater, I attempted to take a nap – and began shivering in bed. Convulsively. My neck was cold and with the chest-wall pain there was nowhere to turn, or turn-over and find comfort. I couldn’t lay flat, I couldn’t lay on either side. The chills escalated into muscles spasms that yanked at every corner – Yowww!
I understand Fever, it’s your body actively burning off the crud and nasty goop that’s hanging around too long, but what’s with Chills and Shivers? Is it the semi-passive lymph system trying to shake-off and physically process that cast-off crud and goobers?
I also remember this happened last time after the motocross incident – and it was also after a few days of going around semi-normal but with pain and general listlessness. Wham! The chills, I also remember that after that episode, things all started to march along – it signaled the end of it all and the beginning of an upward curve. So good, we’ll be all happy-dappy soon enough.
Decided also that the only way to get any sleep would be to sleep sitting-up, it’s like an airplane with more leg-room. So we got a cushion from the couch and brought it in to the bedroom. I can do this. More ibuprofen and went to bed with the alarm set to wake me in 5-hours when it was time to take another dose. Sleep was forthcoming, gradually.
UPDATE: Awoke feeling all chipper and much better. No chills and the chest-wall was almost sound. Amazing. Had a green smoothie and went down to Folsom Kaiser for a past-due eye-exam. Now that we’re retired it’s all Kaiser all the time. Could be worse, the facility is unlike the BayAryan one in many-many positive (too me) respects. Our eyes are 100% and the necessary correction showed improvement – which needed a slight reduction.
Worst thing about the visit was the magazines to read: Hunting & Fishing (I guess we REALLY aren’t in the BayArea!), Home Decor, Airplanes! Someomne had left an AOPA Pilot magazine to read. I live near the airport, the little planes fly over, maybe I should learn to fly – besides, with a truck and a motorcycle we really don’t need a second car. Not gonna live forever and we don’t have any heirs, and certainly not gonna waste good money on Bad Gov.
I remembered I had stashed-away a No-Fear elastic kidney-belt from my years of enduro riding, so I dug it out and strapped it up onto my chest – compression helps with the pain and shifting, so I guess this isn’t my liver going-off, howling at me… I hope.
The old belt survives because the build-quality is far better than the cheap Home-Depot crap. The rigid part says rigid and the “corset-stays” are well sewn-in and don’t come out, the mesh section breathes and the Velcro still holds. So we’re a happy camper. But the pain is still there, absent any bruising or outwardly visible manifestation. The last time I had some popped ribs you could easily count the purple stripes.
Went for a drive up to Apple Hill and bought some fall deliciousness. Fujis and Mutsu:- a cross between a Granny Smith and a Golden Delicious that doesn’t make it to the stores because they bruise easily and the losses from mishandling are too great.
Happy Columbus Day everybody! Think good-thoughts for all the Native Americans who were freed from the barbaric slavery, constant violence, disease and deprivations – and human sacrifice perpetrated by the Aztec regime. Nobody living around Tenochtitlan liked those brutal thugs, they made life nasty.