As this first week of not working at my old job comes near an end, I have to admit that my change in employment status still has not fully hit me. Monday morning I moved at a very relaxing pace – okay I didn’t move and watched Netflix in bed.
Tuesday, I began tackling my list of things to do, before I head out to Alaska – more on that next week as real progress is made. My big event (s) for the week started on Wednesday, when I traveled to spend some much needed time with my parents and other family members who live in various places in Florida. We met at Disney Springs for lunch and quality together. I spent the remainder of the week at my parents’ house, playing Michigan Rummy, explaining what Google Chrome is, and enjoying my mom’s home cooked meals – I can’t wait for tonight’s corned beef and potato salad. We can often be found preparing them together.
My dad and I and have a good relationship, but there are very few hobbies that we share. One hobby that we both enjoy is going to the local gun range and we were excited to be able to go today. I brought my .45 Sig and my dad was happy to bring his 9mm and his newest addition, a .380. While neither one of us is likely to earn our Expert Marksmanship Badge in the near future, we can at least hit the target and spend some quality time together doing so.
Despite the miles between my parents and I, and the many more that I am about to add on, we remain close; weekly phone calls, texts, Skype, and Words with Friends, help us do to so. Even without the gadgets though, the love would be strong. I am so thankful that I was raised in in a loving home. The older I get the more I appreciate what they went through raising kids while they worked and the sacrifices they made. My whining about not having latest and greatest seem so petty in retrospect.
If I were feeling cheesy, I would say that that love is like shooting (some would say shooting is love) – it is a diminishing skill that takes practice to remain strong. Even with practice you may not always hit the bullseye, but keep trying, when you do it’s a wonderful feeling. Good thing I’m not feeling cheesy.
Love and a .45 (1994) – Small-time criminal Watty Watts attempts to rob a convenience store with his drug-addict buddy, Billy Mack Black. The robbery, however, leads to murder, and soon Watty leaves Billy behind and goes on the run with his beloved girlfriend, Starlene.