"Talking to myself again...": Scary good day....

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Scary good day....

My son is attending the huge publishers trade show in New York with his wife, and managed to find Larry Correia and get him to autograph a Monster Hunter book for me.
I was told my oldest boys are planning a BBQ for me on Fathers day, and I need to do nothing but show up, drink beer, and eat steak. They can BOTH cook alarmingly well.
My new glasses came in, and the miniscule tweak the doc made to the prescription resulting in better than 20-20 vision for me. Much better. They handed me that card to read, and I asked for something with a smaller font than the ant tracks it had.
While there, I mentioned my old glasses had a small but annoying scratch... and they informed me the lens are under warrantee and I was to hand them over for replacement.
On top of all that, I hit the loading bench and cranked out enough Garand fodder to shoot the next two matches, and have a practice session. Not a single piece of brass was culled from the entire lot, and all were repacked in bandoleers and are now ready to go.
AND...... I have the next three days off!

1 comment:

Rev. Paul said...: Perhaps you should buy the proverbial lottery ticket?; June 5, 2012 at 7:04 PM

Robert Heinlein

"Do not confuse "duty" with what other people expect of you; they are utterly different. Duty is a debt you owe to yourself to fulfill obligations you have assumed voluntarily. Paying that debt can entail anything from years of patient work to instant willingness to die. Difficult it may be, but the reward is self-respect.

But there is no reward at all for doing what other people expect of you, and to do so is not merely difficult, but impossible. It is easier to deal with a footpad than it is with the leech who wants "just a few minutes of your time, please — this won't take long." Time is your total capital, and the minutes of your life are painfully few. If you allow yourself to fall into the vice of agreeing to such requests, they quickly snowball to the point where these parasites will use up 100 percent of your time — and squawk for more!
So learn to say No — and to be rude about it when necessary.
Otherwise you will not have time to carry out your duty, or to do your own work, and certainly no time for love and happiness. The termites will nibble away your life and leave none of it for you.

(This rule does not mean that you must not do a favor for a friend, or even a stranger. But let the choice be yours. Don't do it because it is "expected" of you.)"