Remington Model 870 Express Combo 247

Disabro and I went to Simmons Sporting Goods (Bessemer, AL) yesterday and bought a Remington Model 870 Express Compact 20 GA Shotgun for the house. We looked at bigger models, but "This affordable pump-action combo is a perfect fit for the smaller shooter. ...this quick-pointing 20-gauge provides rifle-like accuracy...."

It's light and short enough for Mother to fire if she has to. She can't get it up to her shoulder, but she looks pretty tough with it tucked in under her arm

Remington's website is right about "rifle-like accuracy". Disabro set up a target behind the house and we practiced shooting it for a while. Except for the spray pattern of the birdshot we practiced with, I can't tell much difference between this little shotgun and the 30-30 rifle I used to deer hunt with - when it comes to aiming and firing, that is. Absolutely no problem hitting the target, and very little recoil.

These videos show what the recoil felt like to me:







During the Pit Bull disaster, when that innocent old dog was killed, nobody attacked our physical, personal property - as bad at that situation was. Saturday night, for no apparent reason, we were personally attacked. I'd like to catch The Delinquent neighbor attacking us now!

However, it's my most sincere hope and prayer (I asked God last night) that the boy will straighten up and become a fine young man instead of rolling downhill "like a snowball headed for hell".

In other news: All of Mother's blood tests are back, and they were normal. All that's wrong with her now, as far as anybody knows, is her shoulder pain. It seems to ease up a little (not much) with Tylenol and the heating pad.

Remember More Money From Blue Cross?? They did reimburse me yet again - one big fat direct deposit this time. I've been able to afford things like the shotgun, etc., and I'm yearning to improve some other things around here.

Remember The Progression Of Anger - Battling A Demon - where I said

Mile after mile of being tossed around until I felt like throwing up. Where's our great black hope now? Come on, Obama. Why don't you take a ride with me down this highway? Never mind. You're too busy selling us to China, with no hope of ever being our own nation again. And Hillary. Once she was in China trying to promote women's rights - imposing our ideals on a foreign nation. Now she's there thanking them for buying our souls.

Porter forwarded a cute picture via email the other day:



What the sign doesn't say is that she owes that money to China. Seriously.

And finally, it's 8 days until my appointment with Dr. Misery, and maybe it won't be too long after that when I can get back to work.

Not Much To Report.... 245

Not much has happened since the last time I posted. Mother's shoulders have been hurting her real bad for the last few days. Unrelated to her shoulders, I took her to her doctor's office this morning to give another blood sample. They took blood (for a detailed analysis) the last time she went to the doctor, oh, I guess 2 or 3 weeks ago. The results of that workup aren't back yet, so I'm not sure what today's sample was about. Mother probably told me; and I probably lost it somewhere between Noah and all the rain we've been having lately. (That's a joke. Ask Mother what time it is, and she'll tell you how to build a clock.)

While she was there, she made an appointment to see her doctor about her shoulders on Nov 4th. That's the earliest she could get in to see him. I wish I could be sure it was just arthritis....

I've been playing a lot of the games on Facebook. I hated all the requests for "neighbors" and "gifts" at first, but the more I get into it, the more addictive it gets. Here's a couple of screenshots of my farm and me standing in my little fields:





This is called "Farmville". You plant, grow, and harvest whatever you plant, and then sell it to earn more money. But you have to remember that seed and plowing costs money, so it's just like running a real farm. Well, kinda sorta. At any rate, it's a precious, very intricate, little game, and I'm becoming addicted to it.

There are other similar games on Facebook - all of which involve your "friends". It was good to see Porter join Facebook yesterday. I'm sure he's overwhelmed with all the requests I've sent him :-)

Lastly, I'll be glad to get back to work. Sitting around here so long just doesn't seem right.