Bitter and clinging to Bible and Guns...

I drove my wife to the wedding yesterday afternoon, she has been ill and shouldn't drive. The wedding was smaller and still a joyful ceremony and we wish the couple all the best, marriage is tougher than it needs to be now days. My wife was a bit better and had a good night's sleep but her illness struck again this morning, and then settled back and she was going for her goals, church and one of the ladies' group thing - I get to make my own lunch and take care of myself in the afternoon.

So after the morning jog, shave and shower, dress for church and put a couple rifles in the Caravan (problem with motorcycles, they just don't do rifles justice, maybe a Thompson in a leather holster?). So I go off to church, get to rehearse the Anthem with the choir, first performance of the new season. We robe up, go looking for coffee as the bells practice, and talk about things. My friend asks about my limp, I tell him I am old and it doesn't matter, and it doesn't -- everything wears out from here.
We proceed with the service and I stayed alert during the Sermon so I know how many times I am supposed to forgive, beyond count is the correct answer. A piece of cake and some banana bread with coffee after, more talking with my friend about whatever -- gosh, to think I went to church in my bitterness, or some folks would believe, but then if I were bitter I probably wouldn't go to church. More like hide in the shadows at home, terrified of coming into the light.

I drove off to the range on Fort Lewis, no pistol shooting today. I work on slinging up, sitting position and prone - I am locked on prone, shooting the hundred yard target, I thought I had lost some rounds on the sitting position, but I had miscounted and all bullets were in the target, so more practice on getting locked to tighten it up. I then treated myself to ten rounds of 30-06, and that deer is dead (if these old tired eyes could see him in the woods), I am much better on spotting humans than wildlife. Although two coyotes crossed the highway in front of me as I drove off base returning home, asphalt isn't the natural background for them. I am happy enough with the shooting. Now I have to worry about the wife that hasn't returned.