For some reason I had thought that the person whose maternity leave/vacation days/sick days I was covering wouldn’t be back in the office until mid-April. But it’s this coming Monday, so I’m going to be pretty freakin’ busy over the next two days if I want be able to turn things over to her without a bunch of loose ends.
Friday’s my last paid day, but I might put in a few hours over the weekend to thank my boss for bringing me back to my old haunts; I’d forgotten how much I love the firearms industry. This time, I’ll try to stay here: I am, after all, a matériel girl.
And it’s one of the industries that is actually making money: it’s not just “Conservatives” and “Republicans” There are a lot of people who are acquiring guns and ammo as if . . . as if they think there might be efforts to limit their options in the future.
Me? I probably can’t afford to go to Thunder Ranch, or any of the big-ticket gun academies. But I can practice more with my 20-gauge, and do a little trap shooting—possibly even some sporing clays. And maybe my first bird hunt this fall!
I can and probably should buy a little carbine—or something more fun, stocked-down for bossy little broads—and use it to brush up on my riflery.
Furthermore, firearms would be more fun if I knew just a little more physics. That’s do-able, too.
“There’s such a lot of things to do, and such a lot to be
That there’s always lots of cherries in my little cherry tree.”
And do make those dirty jokes that are coming into your pathetic little minds: I was quoting A.A. Fuckin’ Milne, there.
A few more days working at what used to be the Happiest Place on Earth (but may well be, at this moment, a shadow of its former self. Then it’s back to marketing myself, finishing my home office (just a nook in the guest room/den), catching up on housework and my books . . . and conniving as to where I’ll be travelling this spring, summer, fall, and winter. But most of all, figuring out how to re-acquire an income. Because it turns out I really like money. Really: it’s one of the best tools for buying things out there.
Motorcycle journalist Jenny Han once postulated that if she became a better rider, she might become a better writer. I’m not so sure—after all, one must admit that I’m one of the best prose stylists out there. Don’t be shy; I’ve learned to cope with it, after all . . .
All that said, I’ve got my sleepy iTunes tunes playing, and it won’t be long, now. When it catches up me, it’ll happen hard and fast.
And won’t that be nice?
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And, for those who are concerned about my punctuation in this post . . . talk to the Glock.
And keep in mind that I still have PMS.
I am praying for your punctuation.