It was a wild and rainy morning..... (as opposed to a dark and rainy night).
My shooting club is holding it's gun show this weekend. A regular club fundraiser, and usually a fun way to spend an hour or two. Vendors rent table space, the club charges a small entrance fee, and the ladies cook some delicious food to sell.
I like to support my club, and I like fun shows, and the weather really IS nasty today... so off to the club with my chubby butt.
It was what I call a scrap-gold show, as in "Your stuff is scrap, and my stuff is gold". Prices were mostly just a little over the top, with a few exceptions. I don't need another 8x57 Mauser just now, nor another Mosin Nagant .... even a five liner. Other than that the $ was just too pushy.
I paid my entrance fee, ate a fantasmagorical fried egg and bacon sandwich, bought an old machete to strip bamboo with.... and walked away down only $10. Frankly, nothing caught my eye or made me salivate, and there were only a few pieces I handled. 30 minutes in the heavy crowd was enough... and now I am back home to relax and await the appearance of Sleeping Beauty.
No joy in a gun show.... that's just not like me. I even went with cash this time, planning on some new toy coming home with me. But.... no joy. Usually the crowds are not crowds, but bunches of people who I share something with. Not today. This day they were just crowds of strangers, with a few handshakes from the past and requests to get together soon.
What is so different today? I can only pin it to one thing.... last night I was reading around the blog circuit, and stumbled across a simple phrase. They were words I had heard a hundred times before from someone, that now served up a wholly different meaning. Just a few words... that harshly grated a wound not healed.
This too shall pass, and strength will come of it. "That which does not kill us, makes us stronger".