I spent a week or so unpacking and decluttering in anticipation of a couple of guys spending a few days sleeping on my couch. In other news, I bought a couch one day. Don and I packed it into our two cars along with shelves, cushions, and other assorted IKEA detritus. I assembled it, and now finally I can twist Don’s arm until he comes to hang out at my place. I’ve even wound up and twist tied those cables in the box in the foreground. I can finally find that SCSI cable from 1996!
When Chris was in town, my boss and a former coworker told him that they wanted to go shooting at a local range. I mentioned this to Don, and he was excited to get out his rifle. I was excited to relive some of my fond childhood memories. Shooting was fun.
Afterwords, Don told me that I am a good shot, and I was faced with empirical evidence. My targets boasted tight groupings. I haven’t handled a gun in something like fifteen years, but apparently I can put four out of five shots into the stationary left ventricle of a human being from 100 yards. This is a piece of information that I have been having a little bit of trouble reconciling with my day to day pacifism.
Also, Melody is super crazy rad!