Today began with a long drive and big breakfast. I rather like road trips.
I am in my native place and have met a friend who is on the Minneapolis PD. We have begun to kill some paper.
NB: muzzle flash!
I tried my XD-S. I wasn’t happy with the results today. Everything else I shot well. The XD-S though…. I am going to have to send a lot more rounds down range before I decide about this one. My friend shot it better than I did but he found it odd. The trigger doesn’t feel good at all after the factory recall.
Later I’ll meet up with my literary group. Today we will read some Richard Wilbur.
We read a fine selection of Wilbur’s poetry. Talented guy, charming content. I was struck by A Plain Song For Comadre and also … several others, frankly, for sparking in me what Walt Whitman might have called “spots of time”.
For supper the group went to a nice sort of fusion resto.
I started with a salad that had crunchy things and little green plants that tasted good. There was also some goat cheese. And for the curious the wine – which one of the reading group members brought – was a Barbera. The thing on the little plate is bread, brownish in color, all in all.
My next course involved fettuccine made in the house… that’s a kind of pasta for those of you in Columbia Heights. The stuff on them was a ragu of venison (which they lamely called “bolognese”) and kale, with little cubes of thingy, and creme fraiche. It was well with the Nottola Vin Nobile di Montepulciano. Quite well. Well tasting indeed!
Both sadly and happily I had to share the wine with 4 other people. Alas some of the members couldn’t join for supper. Which reminds me of the poem about the Wedding Toast poem.
The reading group was enjoyable and instructive. This was refreshment for the mind and spirit.
Shooting range… Poetry with friends of decades… Vino Nobile… a roof, hot water and a cot….
The last three being more than what many have tonight.
Ant. Salva nos, * Dómine, vigilántes, custódi nos dormiéntes; ut vigilémus cum Christo, et requiescámus in pace.