Rain pours from the sky, puddling up the backyard in a normal winter barage of weather. The daily morning routine involves throwing the ball for the dogs with my first cup of coffee. So, out we go, wet, rain, cold, tennis ball, coffee mug, three excited black labs. This might sound miserable, but, my resourcefulness kicks in. I have towels ready by the door to wipe off the dogs before coming back inside the house. They are getting some exercise, we adhere to procedure and routine which maintains well behaved dogs. Also, they get a mini bath from Mother Nature. I can appreciate the circumstances, or get annoyed. Personally, I choose to enjoy.
I remember going to the range and any number of maladies would befall my shooting experience when I was new. I learned how to approach my fellow shooters and ask for help. Humbling moments, to be sure, we officers get to thinking we are invincible, all capable. Sometimes, though, the invincibility comes from knowing when to ask for help. I remember getting my gun worked on by LA Sheriff shooters and then turning around and offering rounds to LAPD officers who didn’t bring those last six rounds to the match. I learned from INS inspectors to never change my grips. We learn our capabilities come from the whole group, not from ourselves alone. I have recently, of all things, taken up quilting. My machine, last night, misbehaved dramatically. I walked away to regroup my options. Oh! Like any well-running machine, I needed to oil my super-sonic embroidery quilting sewing machine ( the thing practically cooks dinner, too). So, I got my gun cleaning kit out this morning, pulled out my bottle of Militec and swabbed the bobbin casing as per procedure. Worked like a charm. Then, I had to get that filthy cleaning kit out of my sewing studio so as not to mess up any projects. Naturally, I brought the kit into the dining room and set it up on the kitchen table. Don’t forget to exerise imagination, options, resources. Now, I need to clean my guns and get that cleaning kit off my table.