With the exception of a few great days in Boston, the three weeks or so have been less than optimal.
Isn’t it amazing how much smaller your world becomes when you are ill? And how quickly?
Yesterday, finally feeling better after the breaking of a nasty fever (still don’t know what that was all about), I did some driving in the beautiful spring (finally) day and changed my view.
First, the day started well with the resumption of fountain activity in the southern “cloister”, below the Steam Pipe Trunk Distribution Venue.
Yes, it’s sort of modern, but its nice, it’s our Blessed Mother, and the water babbles appropriately.
I then went to a new range – quite a hike but part of the plan – in order to kill some very dangerous paper. First time in a while. This was my first time out with my Springfield XD-S .45.
My first five rounds at 15 feet.
I need not hang my head in shame. The one at 2 o’clock was the first.
This XD-S is on the compact side and is a bit harder to keep under control. But even at 20”, rapidly firing and with a mag change, I was keeping within the C ring. I wanted to test myself when I was still physically on the weak side from that mysterious crud I had, even a little shaky. At first I was fine, but my unsteadiness became more apparent after a few mags in the .45 and then half a dozen with Glock 19, a .9mm. But γνῶθι σεαυτόν, right?
After all the paper was dead, in hopeless tatters suitable only for recycling, I stopped at a parish in the region of the range and visited a priest friend, who did the civil. Two things of note: the gigantic willow is in full spring curliness and – alas I missed the pic – a spiffy male Cardinal landed in a nearby flowering crab apple tree, red against the white.
More driving, while enjoying an audiobook reading of The Surgeon’s Mate, by Patrick O’Brian (read by Simon Vance) and some of the Twins @ Red Sox Game.
I explored a “Rustic Road”. I don’t know if other states in these USA designate them too, but in Wisconsin, I was delighted to discover these short scenic tracks. People who think they have something pretty special in their area can submit them to the state for this designation. A map is HERE.
If only I could get a map to decent Chinese food in this state, I would be a happier man.
That said, having returned from my gasoline peregrination, I laid out appetizer and dessert. You may guess which is which.
Then fresh fettucine and a tomato and basil concoction, brightened up with lemon zest and some juice, grated Parmigiano-Reggiano and olive oil. Yes, pepper.
A fine day, wrapped up by a skype chat with a friend in Rome at the break of his dawn.
Finally, for my friends in Minneapolis SWAT (whom I thought of as I slew one target after another), I can’t resist sharing this which I saw on Facebook. HERE
Who among us has not been here?
Indeed, sometimes we have a tough day or a string of tough days.
Eventually things will brighten up.