Today sadly nostalgic “Day-Off”

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We tell God our plans. He laughs.

Today’s the Day-Off at the hermitage. We’ll see what happens. I’d like to clean things up a bit. The property is on the market. It ain’t my property. Sigh. But this world isn’t our home. We must look forward to heaven. I do, every second.

There are also ultra super special flowers for the Immaculate Conception which bloom in these days. I hope I can find them.

It’s been quite a long time since I’ve done anything with the Glock, so I’ll try to put out a few rounds as well. Since the hermitage is where my range is, I will soon be bereft of a place to practice the more outrageous of timed military and agency courses that are forbidden at more public venues. One of my baiters just happened to mention in passing recently the exact number of rounds I’ve put out over the past two years, though I never use a credit card for ammo. I would be most pleased if some of my baiters would come with me for some shooting, giving me some lessons. Anyway, a day off puts me into a different world for just a bit.

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3 responses to “Today sadly nostalgic “Day-Off”

  1. Claire dion

    The pictures are beautiful. Looks like a bit of heaven.

  2. thank you for haring the pictures.

  3. elizdelphi

    To me the hermitage was the most meaningfully-fun thing ever on the blogosphere. I feel like I’ve been there so I’ll be sorry if it’s sold. However I was worried you were going to die or ruin your health or be crippled somehow by carrying huge things or etc.

    You still have Laudie-Dog.

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