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Cherry was raring to go the next morning so we headed off to the shooting range for the  Women on Target class, sponsored by the National Rifle Association. There is a great story about the reason why these classes were started that I won’t get into here, but the class stressed the importance of every woman being able to safely handle a gun.

We got these cute hats at the class. I love the Annie Oakley on the brim!

We were welcomed with bags of goodies including ear plugs, safety glasses, informational material and cute hats that said “Women on Target” and had a sweet Annie Oakley on the brim.  I will never, ever be even remotely like Annie Oakley which is why I probably love her on the hat much more than I should.

So after a very informative presentation, the women attending were allowed to circulate through several stations, shooting a variety of firearms. Volunteers from the gun club manned each station providing great information and helping those of us attending learn all about the guns we were shooting.

Cherry gets a lesson in shooting a 22 Rifle. She did awesome hitting the target.

The fact that it was cold and windy didn’t seem to dampen the enthusiasm of the group. I think most of the volunteers were a bit baffled by us women. Instead of grunts and slapping each other on the back as the men may be prone to do, the women cheered and clapped whenever someone hit a target. I heard more than one “way to go, girlfriend!” Not only was it fun to learn about all the different guns and get to shoot them, it was great just to watch all the women participating.

Cherry also did really well with this handgun, blasting away the target. I did much better with this one, too. I actually hit the target five times all in a row.

It didn’t take long to figure out I was having a bit of a problem shooting. It seems that I am one of the freakazoids who is “cross  dominant.”  Everyone has a dominant eye which is especially important in shooting because it is the eye you will sight with.  The dominant eye will judge speed and range, and focus more accurately than your other eye. Most right-handed people are right-eye dominant. Most left-handed people are left-eye dominant. Some are like me and are cross-dominant, meaning I have a strong left eye but am right-handed.

This creates a bit of a challenge when shooting rifles and shotguns because it is nearly impossible to sight with your left eye and shoot right-handed. So some of the instructors had me shoot left-handed and some had me try to sight with my right eye. Consistency was not the name of the game Saturday. But that was okay.

The last station was the shot-gun area where we got to shoot at clay pigeons. I think it was my favorite part of the class. Mostly because I blasted one into smithereens and Cherry cheered me on. Deciding to end on a high-note, we wandered back to the car just as the sky opened up and started dumping down rain.

Not only was the class way more fun than I was anticipating, I am no longer completely terrified of guns and really do see a lot of value in women learning basic gun safety. If you ever have the opportunity to attend a class, take advantage of it. You’ll meet some great people and enjoy a few hours of learning something new.

She Who Will Never Be Confused with Annie Oakley

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When I first ventured with Captain Cavedweller out to the farm where his grandparents lived, his grandmother had the most lovely tulips blooming by her door. They were beautiful shades of pink – hot pink, pale pink, pink with stripes. Goodness, but they were just breathtaking.

A few years later when his grandparents were packing up to leave the farm, I asked if I could have a few of the bulbs. That was when I discovered that the original tulip bulbs came from Captain Cavedweller’s great-grandmother, which made them even more special.

Not wanting them to get lost or mixed in with my flower garden mess, I bought a gargantuan planter and buried them there. They bloomed in it for a few years until we moved and finally settled into the home we have now. One of the first things I did that fall was dig up a flower bed and plant the tulip bulbs there.

Over the years they have multiplied into a beautiful array of dazzling blooms.

And as crazy as it might sound, I somehow feel like I have a little connection to his grandma and great-grandmother through these awesome blooms.

That, and they are just so doggone pretty!

She Who Loves these Tulips

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Yesterday I was minding my own business, trying my best to perfect my lazy slugness, when Captain Cavedweller came bursting into the house and hauled me outside.

“You’ve got to see this,” he said.

“See what,” I asked, slightly miffed at having my blissful do-nothingness interrupted.

“This,” he said, pointing to some tulip stems in the front flower bed.

There, firmly entwined around the tulip stem, was a nest of freshly hatched spiders.

Ewwwww!

So being the nut-job that I am, I had to get down on all fours so I could investigate them closer. Then I decided I needed to take photos of them.

They started out in a tight little cluster that quickly expanded. They kept coming and coming. I’m pretty sure there must have been a gazillion of them, but for simplicity I decided to call it an even thousand.

Of course, we couldn’t let this fascinating find go unnoticed by others so I hotfooted it over to the neighbor’s and invited their kids over to see the spiders. They quickly stuck both hands into the mess and drug spiders home with them (Sorry, Jennifer!). And yet, the spiders kept coming. Soon the adults were batting them out of our hair and off  our clothes as the spiders went airborne.

Ewwwww!

And still more spiders crawled up the stem of the tulip and ran amuck in my flower bed. I think there is a never ending supply of them. The neighbor finally called an end to the kids spider diving and took them home. I’m sure I’m on her favorite neighbor list now. I’m all about sharing those fun experiences with anyone I can.

She Who Does Not Love Spiders

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Thirty plus years ago my parents built a house, the one where they currently reside, and moved from the little house that was originally on The Farm. I lived in what was dubbed The Old House for the first few years of my existence. Sadly enough, the only photo I have in my possession of The Old House is the one above. (Yes, I am the one on the pony. If I remember correctly we called it Blue and that is most likely my sister-in-law hiding behind the pony. I would know more detail but I was 3 at the time.) You can see the front of the house in the photo. Note the steps out front.

About a year ago, my nephew, who now owns The Farm, started tearing down The Old House. It had passed derelict status a long time ago and progressed to a hazard. In the fall, the house went from standing upright to having the walls caved in and the roof on the ground. At the far right of the photo you can see the front steps.

Saturday night, because all the family was gathered and we didn’t have anything better to do, Matt decided to burn the house. It was quite a finale to the evening, I must say.

After pouring a little fuel on the dry wood, Matt lit the fire and we all stood around watching and waiting.

It didn’t take long for the fire to start spreading.

The flames were really hopping on this side of the house.

In no time at all, the entire structure was on fire. A few of us watched completely intrigued by the fire whirls. It was at this point my young niece Katie decided we needed to find some marshmallows to roast. We finally convinced her they would be melted before they ever got toasted. Not to mention none of us wanted to get any closer to the fire.

Here you can really see one shooting up in the midst of the fire. The fire whirls are basically ascending currents of air, like a dust devil except with fire. We think the combination of extreme heat (because believe me it was really, really hot) and the fire burning together from two opposing corners caused the velocity to start the whirls. As they burned up and out, little dust devils swirled around the surrounding area. Sorry, it was too dark to get photos of the swirling dust and to be quiet honest, the swirling flames were much more interesting!

You can see here the big plumes of black smoke are gone and the flames are burning really hot as it gets down to embers. This was about the time one of the neighbors came over to see if we were trying to burn down the world or just a small portion of it.

And here are the blazing hot embers at the end of the fire. I should have gone back the next morning to take photos of the ashes, but it just seemed better to stop here.

She Who Thinks Fire Whirls are Fascinating

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