BlakeBlog: Big Sunday

Sunday; a day so packed with excitement we have to start the story on Saturday. Did that make sense?

Sat AM on swap shop (the radio version of craigslist), we heard an ad for a .22 rifle. Sat. afternoon we went to the dude's house (only a few miles away in the "Golden" community), and bought the rifle. Of course it turns out the dude knew my Dad. The guy was asking $75, but after he showed us the problem with the gun (very minor) he talked himself down $10 and we got the gun for $65. Awesome; no bullshit background check, waiting period, etc. Private property sold between private parties. Cash and a handshake, the way it should be.

It is a "Revelation model 120". It is really a Marlin model 60 that was produced for Western Auto in the early 1960's and given the Western Auto name.

It was very dirty so we spent Sat evening cleaning it and Sunday evening we added a scope.

I know the scope mount looks funny; I believe this is a pistol scope and I had to push it all the way forward on the mounts in order to get full field of view.

Sunday AM I went to town and bought a bag of donuts. Shortly after I returned home my Dad's cousin arrived with a bunch of food. Cornbread dressing with venison (above), fried pies (below), biscuits with chocolate gravy (not pictured).

The weather today was very nice; warm and sunny. It confused a bunch of insects I guess. Wasps were buzzing all over the place and we had a lady bug swarm hit the house. I didn't get them in flight, but here are some that made it into the house.

Ben driving Grandma's Suzuki

Ben changed the oil.

We all went up to Beavers Bend for a Folk Festival and Craft fair.

We flashed the handicap placard, but the parking dude said handicap parking was full. I asked if we could just pull to the side to unload Grandpa. Parking dude #2 walked over to see what the problem was and recognized my Dad. He showed us to a parking spot that wasn't there a moment before...

One of the boys suggested we should get t-shirts made with grandpa's face on them. Grandpa pointed out that wouldn't always work out nicely...