It’s been a good week.
I’ve begun my course on Ritual and Religion through the Oxford on line university. They’ve done a superb job of course organization. I am enjoying this though it’s 10 hours a week I didn’t previously have.
I’m still working. A couple of half days a week in clinic and the rest Virtual. 4 days a week. I’ve too many reports and a couple of court cases which I don’t particularly care for any more. I used to have an office with a couple of assistants and all manner of research material and my records were paper files. I saw more individuals more frequently and knew them more. I didn’t do indendent assessment work just these medical legal reports for patients I’d seen. Court appearances and the potential for riches might appeal but I didn’t like the adversary dichotomy. In the clinic I wrestle with God and Nature. It’s not speculative. If I do the wrong thing the patient dies. The court is all about money and while I appreciate that it’s not health. I made life decisions specific to health and God. Countless times I was blessed with the opportunity to choose wealth but rather chose truth and curiosity and freedom and God. I’m not sure it was right looking back. I admire my lawyer friends and the accountant, all those who made different decisions while I muddled along healing. Ironically real money is at a distance from people and ill health. The worried well have the money too so there’’s real wealth in treating the rich than the poor who have been so often devastated by their diseases. I supposed being raised Christian and taught to admire charity and altruism had a lot to do with it. I meet folk who think they are clever financially and that winning is having the most. I don’t mix well with them. They think I’m a fool. They treat me like a useful pet. I’m happier alone.
Now I’m up another day as I work more and more at one day at a time, trying to focus on the day and on God. I want a spiritual path but don’t see that as stoicism but rather as awareness and presence.
I enjoyed work last week. I actually mostly do enjoy work. It gives me purpose and meaning and organization to my day as well as allowing me to have the occasional luxury.
The latest luxury was the Black Creek Siberian Semi Automatic Rifle. Wacko Trudeau outlawed my semi auto rifle. I bought a bolt action replacement but didn’t really like it that much. I love my bolt action Ruger 3006 I’ve shot all the moose and deer and bear with. The semi auto Ruger Mini 14 I’d had was my rabbit rife. I didn’t shoot a rabbit last year despite seeing them in the distance. The semi auto Mini had been able to get them at the distance and I’d have a second shot if needed if they were running. A semi autho 22 works fine when walking but they bolt when they hear the quad I’m riding on. I like riding about on the quad. It’s hurts me to walk especially on uneven surfaces. Grouse and rabbits feed along the roads. After last year when I had the accident with my quad feeling more the limitations of age I ‘ve made a decision to know someone in the area where I’m hunting in case I shoot big game where I can’t get it out of the woods. I worry about slipping and breaking a hip or twisting an ankle. I can hope a deer will walk across the road but rabbit and grouse are fun and Madigan and I like cursing slowly about he back woods. I take my telephoto camera as well for birding.
Kevin has been singing the praise of the International Shooting Supply store in his area. If it hadn’t been for that I might have gone to Reliable where I’d bought my last rifle , the Winchester Model 70 300 win mag short called the Coyote. I also might have stopped at Cabelas for convenience as we drive by there to go hunting and have bought lots of clothing and supplies there. Recently their ammunition stock has been depleted and the staff have been a bit surly and disinterested. I didn’t like the factory feel and wondered if they’d be introducing self check out any time soon. I really prefer the personal touch with firearms and stores like Italian and Relaiable are old time family businesses. Kevin says International is such. He’s cone to know Scott who I guess is manager or owner. He sings his praises.
I certainly was impressed because though I’d researched the Kodiak I didn’t even know of the Siberian from another Canadian arms producer and dealer. It turned out the Siberian was what I wanted because it was sturdier and more reliable than the Kodiak though a couple of hundred more. I like it. I’m tough on my rifles on the quad and in the back woods so I really appreciate sturdy and reliable. Certainly my Ruger’s have been that. Now I’m the proud owner of a Siberian that is one tough rifle. It’s actually the most military appearing rifle I’ve had. I wanted Canadian made and it’s Canadian made. Trudeau our prime minster who has turned out to be a corrupt lying traitor with really erratic attitudes playing to the effete cafe society of Montreal and Toronto while screwing everyone else. He attacked the Freedom convoy of truckers and celebrated terrorists and illegal immigrtant and BLM Marxist millionaires doing damage to the city. His father was a card carrying communist intent on destroying English Canada and now his son is a living nightmare of stupidity and petty meanness. He’s a well known coward and everyone in the country , farmers and working folk, figure they need to paint their shot guns pink or he’ll think they’re an assault rifle. Fortunately he’s bullied the American gun industry but been less offensive with the Canadian gun industry. So I figured missing my semi auto for rabbit hunting this year I’d get a Canadian made one. So now I have this rifle that might well be used by armies these Canadian gun producers supply to. Canada however has taken a Colt and makes it here for it’s troops.
Victor a vet I am blessed to know given his fortitude and resilience in face of adversity , an inspirational man who hunts as well, was kind enough to guest me to the Chilliwack Rifle Range I’d last belonged to 20 years ago.
The first shot I took didn’t hit paper at 25 yards. Victor had his spotting scope on the target and kindly spun the elevation dial and brought my shot up to where it was hitting in the paper. I just kept plunking and he kept adjusting till I began getting groups in the bullseye. He then took out his pistol and began plunking bulls eyes at the target beside mine. I was laughing at that . He was more acuragte free standing with a pistol than I was with a rifle. I didn’t do so good at 100 yards but brought out my Winchester 300 and did hit in the bullseye though I was tending to pull to the left a bit.
There were a couple of other guys at the range and we were all responsible with the lights , no one outside the shooting areal when the red light was on. I collected the targets when we agreed to have a green light break. Sunny day.
We gathered up out gear after Victor’s wife called to say that Madigan, my dog, we’d left in his garage was wailing and crying. He suffers separation anxiety. It was a good day and frankly I was tired.
“A nice way to have a quiet afternoon,” Victor said as we drove back in his Ram truck. Madigan was glad to see me. I was thankful my new rifle worked just fine. It had been a great day and I thanked Victor. He’s still working on his harley trike trying to outfit it for mounting and riding since his latest leg surgery. Despite a major accident years ago he just keeps on soldiering through pain and tough times. He uses a cane now so thanked me for putting up the targets because he finds that trekking back and forth on the range burdensome.
He waved as I headed home. Madigan and I in our truck with a new rifle that was sighted in and definitely good for the 25 to 50 yard range. Thankfully that’s where the rabbits are found though possibly I’ll be able to become more atccurate at 100 yards though I can’t see myself needing that.
Today I’m off to a meeting but letting the day unfold.
Victor is a Canadian Vet I know who knows a lot about guns
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