Walking in the grass

I wonder if anybody ever stops by here any more.
Seems like when I come by I get distracted by reading those blogs I like and forget that I can throw up bits of wit and wisdom myself.  Well the wisdom is mostly in my own mind and the wit is of the dim kind.
The Kudzu Wife (KW) and I have been attempting to adapt to living in our new place of course.  Slowly I'm getting a few things done around here.  (very slowly it seems)   I've gotten a few panels of picket fence painted and put up along the front.  About 100' out of 400'.  I'm painting them before putting them up since they'll be backed by the 12' Leyland Cypress between us and the road.  If I paint one side of a panel and place it against the wall to dry on one side of the shed and the back side of another panel on the other side, I can get 3 to 4 a day done, letting the paint dry before laying another panel against it.
Finally we got a wall unit heat pump for the Green Room ( it has green carpet, which the wife isn't too keen on, hence the name).  I've moved the living room furniture in there.  The old living room will become in time the formal sitting room when we've found the right antiques to fill it.
We've a solitary apple tree in the yard.  Neglected for who knows how many years we were only able to get the bottom part pruned before warm weather sat in early this year.  I walked out thru the bermuda grass barefoot and picked one of the few apples this evening.  Walking barefoot in the grass eating one of your own apples has to be one of God's little gifts.

Earlier today I did a little practicing with one of these beauties.

High Standard Supermatic Citation Military Model 107 .22 long rifle.  6 1/4 inch fluted barrel.

After bore sighting with laser boresight tool @ 50 ft was far more accurate than the guy squeezing the trigger.  I'm convinced with a gun rest this baby would put a full clip in a hole that would fit under a quarter at that range.  They took many an international championship back in the day.  It's tapped for barrel weights and machined to take muzzle brake.

Me like.........Me want

We've had a good bit of rain the last few days.  Three inches on Thursday night.  The pooch is hiding under the desk right now because of rumbles off in the distance.

On my last post I mentioned second chances.  I guess no matter how old you get you're never too old for one of those.

Life is good my friends.  Don't let the bastards tell you otherwise.  It's all about how you perceive it.