I got contact lenses for the first time the other day. I’m not sure I like them yet, but when I put them on, I felt like some kind of character in a story where the little boy is crippled and then one day he gets zapped by moon-rays/prays to God extra-hard/falls into a magical dream universe and can suddenly walk again. I’m sure all of this is old hat for those of you who already wear contacts and have been doing so since their inception; they’re not really a new invention, but I finally got the great idea of trying them out. Anyway, the best thing about wearing them is being able to see clearly throughout my entire field of vision – no blurry spots outside of the tunnel of clarity provided by the little plastic lenses perched on my nose. The other thing that has me really excited is wearing sunglasses. Yeah!
The downside is, of course, having to jab my fingers into my eye to put the damn things in. Rolling out of bed and slapping on the ol’ spectacles is still way easier.
Please refrain from mentioning LASIK in the comments – there’s no way in hell I’m letting anyone shoot a laser beam into my eye. Lasers are for shooting people, not fixing eyeballs!
Yesterday it was uncharacteristically beautiful – almost 40 degrees (F) and sunny. A perfect winter day for going to the range!
Like an idiot, I forgot my camera, alas…but suffice to say there’s no such thing as a bad day at the range. I did some pistol drills with the MK9 and the P239. I also put some round through the CETME, which isn’t terribly accurate but it makes a loud nose and puts big holes in the target. (Note: that scope mount didn’t work after all – it kept moving on the receiver.)
Later that day, I made the unfortunate mistake of touching a Benelli SuperSport 12-gauge semiautomatic shotgun at Gander Mountain. I didn’t know I needed a new shotgun until I touched that thing; it’s shiny and sexy and well-balanced and slick and it costs almost $1300! It made my Beretta A390 Silver Mallard seem like a clunky old piece of crap by comparison. I would’ve brought it home, but Mrs. Melobi shot that idea down – but fear not, it will be mine!