The day started normal, put the garage dogs in the fenced part of the yard, take my other two for a walk, then clean the pen and yard with a shovel and bucket. Gnats and spider webs drove me nuts.
Then down in the basement at this stupid computer with my coffee!
I had a mold ready to cut so I finished it and cast some for testing. I figured time to see if my knuckle could take some shooting. I grabbed a revolver and found I had few rounds and the gun was clean, oh well, dirty it. I threw everything in my little utility wagon and drove down to my range, "valley of death."
WEEDS!
By the time I had a target up and weeds out of the way I was sweating with a billion gnats around my face. No breeze at all and 90*, hot and humid.
Shooting did not hurt my knuckle but every time I was taking a sight picture my glasses would fog. I managed a 1" group once but that was the end. Then a gnat flew under my glasses, right into my eye. I could not get it out so I quit.
I figured I better cut the range so I got a weed whip and the old mower out. No gas!
Had to go to town and get the cans filled and top off my 4 runner, $51. Made sure I got a bottle on the trip.
Tires must be low, with the deck high I was cutting rocks and sticks. I got the range in shape, not checking tires or blades in the heat so I put it all away.
Put cases in the tumbler and found a few boolits left I can load but said the heck with it, took the little dogs for a ride in the utility wagon, ate and watched Fox news. Spent hours with eye drops trying to get the gnat out. Look in the mirror with glasses on and can't do anything. Take them off and can't tell if I am looking at me or some animal with blood shot eyes.
I think I seen a black spot once but after mashing it around I have no idea where it went.
A few drinks later and I fell asleep on the couch until my little dog jumped on my chest to go out, sitting there looking in my face asking if I was alive enough to move. OK, OK, everyone out. Got a shower and went to bed.
Wife did not sleep good with a locomotive next to her.
But here I am this morning at this stupid machine again, my little dog sleeping under my seat after a few goodies.
Grass needs cut and tires on mowers all need checked first. Need to make alloy, cast and load something to shoot. Going to be 95* today.
Heck, I might just start drinking early and forget it all!