That's what the counter says under the username: barnespneumatic
So that's over six thousand, two hundred times I've come here to stay in touch, entertain, or interact with everyone. Every time I roll the dice and take a chance on your reaction. I always hope it's positive. My intentions are honest. I'm not so foolish as to think everyone always agrees with my outlook, course of action, or presentation.
This can come awfully close to a no-win situation. It's lousy to post a bunch of personal stuff, and get a roaring silence in return. I sit here and wonder just what to share, how to word it, when to post it, and in quite a few of those 6,263 tries ... I wasn't sure. Customers need to be informed of current events. They form expectations from that information. If I don't share - then they can only suspect that I'm either working my buttstock off - or out goofing around. The topics of my move, and my health issues; fall into a middle ground. They dramatically effect everything; but they are neither Airgun work, nor goofing around.
So; if I post pics of the projects to build BPS ... it's fun for a while. Then it drags on. Pics of the projects I've worked on here ... pretty much crickets ... hey - it's an airgun forum. Just keep showing stuff done - stuff done - stuff done. But - everyday - there isn't something "done". There are things in process. Boring to discuss. Maddening in their duration.
I sit here and it eats me alive that my shop is 1,100 miles away. I'm doing what I feel I must do - as hard as I can. But it's just something to get done - and I can't manage to rush it. There are endless processes to go through. I've been here 33 years. And, no matter which course of action I've chosen ... I'm pretty sure opinion is not universal. But, for me; the next day brings the next part of the project that has been set into motion. And, I see on the script - that most of the lines are mine.
Downstairs, there is a thick envelope full of large films. I spent much of the day preparing for, traveling, filling out forms, stuffed into an MRI machine, decompressing, and driving home. And, that is only roughly half of the films ordered. I'll have to go back. The place is an hour away. The others require bloodwork first - to determine if my kidneys will tolerate the Contrast that they need to use to do more
hours of MRI's.
In the films on the desk, are the answer to why I have a number of issues that have been worsening for me. I'll tell you that it's not an entirely happy thought, to have them spend that much time scanning your brain and your neck. Not just doing it, but feeling that it is required. On top of that stimulating exercise, I realize that I have to tell folks what is going on. Heck - I still have people dropping in that have no idea at all, that I'm moving. Or, they heard that I began moving - and figure by now I have half the ledger done in the new shop. Or; the best one ... they hope my back is all healed now. And so; God forbid ... if there's something in those films ... then I can just imagine the joy of dealing with annnnnyyyyything else. Because ultimately, as one thing stacks up against the last; guilt by association insinuates that I either caused it, or should have avoided it.
Oh - I also sat on a heavy mat yesterday - and pointed up a good section of crumbling mortar in the stone foundation of this fine old Victorian home. There was an addition added in the 40's - and the stone work was not nearly as good as the origonal. It's something I've wanted to do for twenty years. And now - I felt I had to before the home inspection tossed a red flag.
That's it. You are current.
Thanks for reading. God Bless.
Gary