Howdy howdy! As of late, dearest reader(s), I haven’t much else to offer you. Perhaps you were expecting a post about exercise, the Warrior Diet, fantastic cooking ideas, or some neat historical tidbits. Alas, this post is simply about my weekend in New Mexico and the daily events. It’s nice to get away from the hustle and bustle from time to time, and that’s all this is. Just a recap of my escape. Enjoy!
On Friday I had written a post about my luck with automobiles; my car, Lazarus, refused to start. I renamed him Lazarus after I had the new engine installed, essentially bringing him back from the dead. You know me and my historical naming conventions. Anyway, Pep Boys was kind enough to tow Lazarus away (fo’ free!) and fix him up good and proper. As I thought, the starter was out. They replaced the part with the priciest option because it’s a mechanic shop, but they did it all in great time so I can’t complain too much. By 7 o’clock, I was on the road to the Land of Enchantment pushing pedal to the metal.
I made it home at precisely midnight. Swiss punctuality. If there is one kind thing I can say about Texas, it’s the fact that I love their speed limits. 75 mph? Don’t mind if I do. I made the trip in great time and only stopped once for gas. Man oh man, I hate stopping for frivolous reasons. I suppose I get this from my folks; whenever we went on road trips, we would only stop for gas. You’d best eat, use the bathroom, and stretch your legs then because Dad is renowned for not stopping during 14-hour trips to California. And so, in the dead of night, with the dogs barking in pure delight (or alarm…?) I was back home in the greatest state in the Union.
In keeping with the Warrior Diet and my damnable biological clock, I awoke on Saturday at precisely 6:30 AM. I was entirely hoarse and somewhat exhausted for when I drive, I blare my metal and attempt to sing along. One day my metal growl will be perfected. Alas, no rest for the wicked. I decided to spend Saturday morning rearranging and organizing my old room. There’s so much room now for activities and what not now that I’ve maximized space potential. After that, my elder brother and I decided to take in a bit of sport shooting for the afternoon. We blew through plenty of 30-30 and 12 gauge before calling it a day.
Afterward the family enjoyed a nice dinner together. I don’t know about you folks, but dinner is always a festive, lively, and long event. For as long as I can remember, we’ve always sat together at the end of the day and entertained one another over the meal. The television is rarely on, and the entire event lasts at least an hour. Dinner with my family is the way it should be: a time to come together at the end of a long day and partaking of good food and better company. So yeah, if you’re ever in my neck of the
woods plains, come to dinner.
Sunday was spent in prayer and relaxation. My brother, our future brother-in-law (well, we’re hoping; there’s nothing official yet), and myself went back to the firing pit with several hundred rounds of 12 gauge, 30-30 rounds, .357 Magnum, and some .22 to boot. Man oh man, we tore that place up. We must’ve shot through several dozen beer bottles, random scraps of debris, and clay pigeons. I am pretty proficient at shooting clays out of the air, my brother was easily the best with the rifles, and our somewhat-brother-in-law was rocking the pistol. All in all, that was a great way to let off some steam and enjoy the day. And now I’m entirely convinced to purchase a revolver. Those things have some oomph to them!
And here is where I’ll leave it be. I dug up some old weights we had lying about, and a jump rope to boot! Once I finish enjoying my day off from work, I imagine I’ll get back into my routine. Yes, I’ve been a sluggard this weekend, but really, I haven’t had a true weekend off in a long time. I’ve also been fairly good with my Lent and New Year’s resolutions to boot: no biting of the nails, no Facebook, no alcohol, and lots more prayer. Righto then, off you go, dearest reader(s). I hope you enjoyed the post. If not, well, I hope your day is swell all the same. Enjoy folks! I’ll catch you on the morrow.