Not much to report today.
I’m still trying to choose a scope for Annie. I don’t want one that needs batteries, and I really liked the 40X on the POS Barska that I purchased initially. I’m looking at a couple that max out at 32X, and am also considering a couple with lighted reticles, but I’m far from a decision.
I found nothing amiss with the HiPoint. I did notice that when stripping the rounds from the magazine, they tend to nosedive, which would explain the feed problem. I just can’t figure out why it is happening, or what I can do about it.
I dream, but I seldom remember snippets, much less details, after I wake. Last night, I remembered a couple flashes. I was somewhere with a dark-haired lady, in whom I had a romantic interest. The gist of a conversation that we had was that there was mutual interest, but we were concerned that we didn’t know each other well enough to embark on whatever we were preparing to do together. I have no idea who the lady was, or what we were planning to do together. (It wasn’t that kind of a dream, you perverts!) I mention it only because it is so rare that I remember anything.
I got into it a little with Roomie this morning before she left to go where ever she was going today. It wasn’t one of our normal “knock down, drag out” sessions, but was annoying. It seems that I used a few plastic storage bags (ziploc-esque, but made by Hefty) that she supposedly told me at some point that she wanted to save for, well, something. She moved them from the place where we normally keep said bags, and asked that I refrain from using those particular ones in the future. She took a box of the ones that I am permitted to use from the pantry and put them where the other box was.
That brought up the pantry. While Wifey and The Boy were here, our tiny pantry became overloaded. To relieve some of the capacity issues, I moved extra items to the garage. Roomie commented today that this annoyed her, particularly since, at least in her eyes, it was no longer necessary. It must be too inconvenient for her to walk out there to the half of a shelf on one of the plastic shelving units where everything is to look for something. She didn’t say. I had been moving things back into the pantry as we ran out of them, and I told Roomie as much.
I suggested that she move everything back into the pantry immediately, and organize it to her liking, since it was bothering her so much.
No. You moved it to the garage, you can put it back in the pantry and organize it yourself.
Here is where I dropped the conversation. It was getting very close to detonation level, over something that wasn’t worth it. Like normal. I wanted to ask why I needed to move everything back. It isn’t like I hid the shit. She knows where everything is if she needs something. Plus, the fact that it is out there doesn’t bother me a fucking bit. Whatever!
I got an e-mail from Wifey this morning. It was the first communication since she returned home. Basically, she repeated the same things that she said the morning that she left. Pretty much “thanks” and “I’m sorry”. Whatever. She made her choice. I may or may not bother to write back.
I’ve had a few ladies from blog-land on my mind the last day or so. I’ve continued my journey through Erin‘s archives, and get to know her better with each post that I read. I learned that her birthday is in about three weeks. She’s quirky, perhaps even a little weird in some ways, but in a way, I wish I still lived in the Sunshine State. Maybe she’d let me buy her lunch sometime. Probably not, but I’d ask anyway.
I’ve wondered how A Girl‘s training is going. She posted a pic on her FB page an hour or so ago, and it would appear that she is doing well. I’m looking forward to meeting her and Mr. A Girl at the ‘seed event next month.
I’ve also thought about AKGRRRL, wondering if she’s frozen to death, and if she hasn’t, how her GED studying is going.
OK, enough blabbering for now. Y’all have a good one!