Where the Hell Have I Been?

Out, is where.

I meant what I said about getting out of the house and off this horrible, hateful, benighted couch.  And I'm pleased to report that I'm actually getting that done, even though it's the heat of summer and part of me wants to sit naked in front of a fan until dark.

I'm going out.

I don't have an unlimited supply of cash, so it's not like I go out and spend a bundle on, I don't know, Jimmy Chu shoes and Ping Drivers and Peruvian cocaine. But I go out and do stuff that takes up time, gets me out of the house, and maybe puts a little fresh air into my lungs.

Some days I make what's called "the thrift store loop" - the Goodwill store and the three or four dollar stores near me to look for bargains.  I fantasize about buying a chair, like a recliner, and tossing this couch onto the curb. Then I remember the first rule of buying cloth furniture from Goodwill, which is: DON'T.

Some days I head down to my local gun shop to have a chin-wag with the old boys who think that President Obama is the Antichrist. My sense of obligation dictates that I buy something once a week - like a package of paper targets, or a box of ammo, or something small. Call it rent. And usually the owner of the shop buys us all coffee from the Dunkie's right across the street, so it's all good. Although since I'm the youngest one there by an easy 10 years I usually am tapped to go get it, but that's ok too.

I like to go to the shooting range, but I can't do that all too often, because it's $25 in lane rental fees, and  another 15-20 bucks in ammo. I mean, sure, I could take my .22 and put 100 rounds downrange for six bucks, but the whole idea of a .22 rifle is to be able to shoot out a quarter at 75 yards, and the range's longest lane is 25 - and that's no fun.

And there's food shopping, and errands, and various this-n-that's around town.  All in all I find myself out perhaps three weekdays out of five, sometimes four. And whereas that's good for me on many levels, it does not leave me much time to blog.

So - be of good cheer. I'm alive and well - better in fact than it some little while - and ever with the prospect of getting better. I won't make any grand sweeping statements about how I'm done blogging; in fact I might start right back up again with the same old frequency at the drop of a hat. I'm just going to be blogging a bit less.

Blogging less, and living more.  I have to say, I like the new formula.