When you demo a wall in your house, you except to find stuff like dust, old nails, mouse droppings, etc. Maybe not hundreds of... bullet casings?
Even more curious, why is most of it early 1970's "match-grade" ammo?
The boxes say .22LR and .38SPL, but that almost looks like one single round of .45ACP near the lower left.

--Patrick
 
Even more curious, why is most of it early 1970's "match-grade" ammo?
The boxes say .22LR and .38SPL, but that almost looks like one single round of .45ACP near the lower left.
The answer is the previous owners, more specifically my great-aunt's ex husband, had a gun range built in our basement in 1965. There was a booth they'd step into, and fire across the length of our basement into a reinforced target at the other end. He'd invite friends over and shoot. They divorced before I was born and my great-aunt never used it, so it was covered up as a dart board and storage. I played down there all the time, having no idea what it originally was. No one told me about it until after we bought the house.

We decided this weekend that we were finally going to demolish the gun booth because it wasted space, and lo and behold, there were hundreds of casings, older than me.
 
So I'm trying to work on my new novel this morning, and I hit a snag. I wasn't sure what happened next.

I decided to take a break and make some rough notes. I hadn't fleshed out some of the antagonists, so I'm taking the time to figure out their motivations now.

The problem I run into with writing Dill is I'll often write it on the fly, letting Dill figure things out along the way.

But by narrowly focusing on Dill, other characters, ESPECIALLY the antagonists, get short-changed.

So now I'm figuring out the how's and why's of the other players in the field.
 
I saw a cybertruck in the wild today. I had heard rumours of there being one in town, but over on the other side of the harbour. They look even stupider in person.

I'm not someone to point and laugh generally speaking, but this had me real close to that line.
They're just... so dumb.
 

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Worked Friday & Saturday overnight. Find out the furnace guy is coming Monday morning and since both the wife and son work I need to be awake and aware so no sleeping during the day Monday. So I get home from work Sunday morning after a 12.5 shift and stay up as late as I can, trying to make it to at least like 8 or 9 when I could sleep through the night and be on a day schedule. I made it to about 3. Woke up at 10. So I'll be up all night and my schedule is thrown all awry. Oh, and I work Wednesday/Thursday nights and then start to transition back to days for my next shift, which is Monday. My internal clock is going to be so confused!

Oh did I mention when I woke up I felt like crap? Gonna be a great day.

And the furnace is broke, it's in the 20's overnight, and my computer is in the basement.

I'm just being a whiny little bitch.
 
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UPDATE: Went to bed at about noon today. Figured I'd sleep until 6 or so then be up all night & ready to go Wednesday night when I worked. Nope. Phone rang. I have a dental appointment at 1 pm tomorrow that will last about 4 hours. So I have to stay up, sleep all night, then someone turn around my clock for Wednesday.

 
I voted this morning. A local middle school hosted the voting station.

As I pulled in with my bike, trying to find somewhere to lock it, one student said, "Do a wheeelie!" I chuckled and said not on this bike.

As I was going in, a teacher asked if I was a sub. I was so flattered at the assumption.

It reminded me of when I was going to be a teacher at one point. I have all the course work, made the Dean's list, but then dropped out during the practicum because I couldn't handle a Grade Primary/Grade 1 combination class. I wound up having a complete nervous breakdown.

I don't think I could try being a teacher again - not at my age - but just this morning's experience gave me a slight pang of what I'm missing.
 
I don't think I could try being a teacher again - not at my age
It's perfectly fine to look at something and realize it isn't for you, but I just wanted to comment on the common feeling of "I'm too old now."

You're never too old, for anything. Well, maybe too old to be the next Gerber Baby but everything else is still on the table. Rodney Dangerfield is remembered as a comic legend, but he didn't have any success until he was in his 50s, and that was after having quit and left comedy for six years.
 
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