This weekend has been absolutely exhausting. Went up to Callahan, FL for the rifle instructor class -- OMG, I just realized what that means: I bought the .44 Magnum from another student in the class. So I have a .44 Magnum from Callahan. Passed it, so now once the credentials come through I will be certified to teach pistol and rifle. The next instructor class (Personal Protection Inside the Home) isn't until June or so, so in the meantime I'll train in some certifications that I can get on my own after getting instructor credentials. Anyway, class was good; one interesting thing to note: I had never once in my life shot rifle in the sitting position. Turns out there's a good reason: the sitting sucks. I will have to spend a day at the range playing with it until I figure out how to nail it down. Coupled with D&D last night and trying to connect with the folks replacing my hard drive, I was running about like a maniac. Also, I stopped at an estate sale and bought some bookcases. And a toy piano. Because it was hella cheap, and had great sound.
I am halfway considering trying to learn piano -- I used to play guitar, but never got too great at it, and I've always been lousy at music theory and sightreading. But I figure, I can *type* like a mother pheasant plucker, and piano is basically a keyboard with 88 keys representing variations on an eight-letter alphabet. So it'll only be like learning to read and to type Dvorak simultaneously. As Frank Castle says in Garth Ennis's WELCOME HOME, FRANK, "How hard can that be?"
(Then, of course, he falls over with six bullets in his chest.)