The Road Not Taken

 I was supposed to go shooting with my brother-in-law, T, yesterday. He's up there and I'm down here, so we were going to meet at a site somewhat equidistant for our respective travel. Sounds like a job for Siri, right? Well, I dunno about that. I'm old school. I look at maps and plot. My previous experience with Siri found her perpetually telling me to make right turns at points where none were prudent, as I was traveling west and a series of right turns might only take me back to where I had already been. I ignored her. I think she's best (and less dangerous) in unfamiliar towns where "turn right" might make more sense with intersections involved. Think of it like point A to B is the easy part. Point C is where you'll need the help. That's your destination. 

I've been lost before, but here I am now, writing this, because I unlost myself. It's usually just a temporary, frustrating, dilemma. I missed our shooting date, but once back home, I revisited the google map and quickly figured out where I went wrong and why I wound up where I wasn't supposed to be. It was in that town where I got all touristy and was looking at the old buildings and the aftermath of an accident. That's where I went wrong. Not paying attention. That'll learn me! It did. 

I had been looking forward to shooting with T. I have history with guns, but this would be my first time in a controlled environment, indoors. Previously my experiences were outdoors in wooded areas and fields. Weed and beer were involved. T fancies himself a 'collector' and we were going to try a few different handguns. I have to say I respect his collecting and interest as previous conversations I learned that he simply likes shooting, as many people do. He's not prepping for the Armageddon. We agreed they would come in handy though. 

Some other day, perhaps. I was happy to get the truck out on the road on a nice day. The little pleasures of life aren't lost on me these days. Happiness may not be a warm gun, but not getting there may be half the fun too. It's all in one's perspective. 

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