Seems I am too willing to brave the cold and foggy mornings and everyone else is waiting on Global Warming of Washington, but the rides were worthy - such an old man thing. I drop by the blogs and leave two cents, worth only twenty-seven mills today.
I figure that seven yards is too close to be proud of, and the targets don't hold up well to being blasted by bullets from my trusty .45, gift from my wife - while in Germany, such a nice gift. Well, the doctor's office tomorrow morning, but I get to ride the motorcycle again and then work the afternoon away.
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I didn't know you thought of yourself as old, I must have been watching your mind. (familiar?)
That target never had a chance.
Yeah, I need to move the target farther away so my shaky old hands match the quiver in my old eyes as they try to focus on that front sight, to give the target a better chance to be shot at again.
Blogging could be full of false information, or one could put all the cards on the table and trust the world will be as good as it really is, takes a lot of guts. I do know that no one ever sees me like I do, but perception isn't perfect so I smile more.
No one ever sees us like we see ourselves - & it's a blessing since we can be our own worst critics, most times unwarranted.
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