And moving on to the last set of doors; I’ve only four of them, but am going to do them in pairs…and it’ll take a full weekend waiting for them to cure.
Bring Out Your Dead!
I had started purging everything just a few minutes after I received report yesterday morning.
It’s honestly rather liberating to clean out fifteen years’ of bookmarks, credentials, emails, accounts, logins, and apps for every realed, ecollege, eclg, pearson, and prsn domain and realm that I’ve worked in.
Clean up the old domain references and make way for whatever is new.
And Thus Ends Another Chapter…
The inevitable reality of life: change.
Sometimes you walk out the door.
Sometimes, you’re pushed.
Either way, it’s change. Embrace it.
Door Nos. 5 – 8 Done
Work in progress… that edge is going to need just as many coats as the door body has.
That green was also brushed — it’s under the black. I’m not even sure what to call that particular shade of green. Lime green? Seafoam? Pear? Pea? Parakeet? Meh… it’s a variety of white now. Marshmallow? Coconut? Swiss coffee?
By the way: it needed six coats of white to cover the black. Granted, the paint was thinned slightly to improve its flow through the HVLP, but six coats is a bit much.
Right, so doors #1 – #8 are done.
Imperial Targets
It was an “old-money” paper target — imperial, not metric.
By my estimation, the figures work out as:
- 110 m away.
- 7 cm low — in my defense, I hadn’t started adjusting the elevation yet.
- A 1 cm “group” — although I’d still argue that firing three shots provides a more accurate distribution from which to average.
- Century-old, bolt-action rifle — a .257 Roberts that will accompany me whilst I sit quietly awaiting a deer.
- A 40 year-old 2.5x(!) scope — practically open-sights.
It’s an older rifleman, sir… but he still shoots fine.
Homie don’t need no $4,000, custom-made sniper rifle in some exotic chambering with a $2,500 sniper scope. There will be no Shelf Queens in my safe, thankyouverymuch.
Also, after The Year of Hell, I can still shoot.
