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Lately, my stress level has been extraordinarily high, and I knew I had to find an outlet before I did something I'd regret. Two weeks ago, I decided to help Charles clean his guns, since WoW is holding my interest less and less as the days go by (how many years CAN a person play a game and not get tired of it?). I cleaned his .40 caliber pistol, and he cleaned his hunting rifle. It was a lot of fun, and a welcome change from the tedium of day-to-day life.
So, when I learned that I was off on Saturday, August 16, I checked with him, and we planned a trip to the "babin" (cabin converted from a barn) in Corinth, where I'd finally learn to fire a gun, get to ride a 4-wheeler, and just cut loose for a day or so. The week leading up to it seemed to drag. I was actually excited about the prospect of doing things I'd never done before.
The day came, and I was in a funk, but not so much so that I didn't want to go. I figured (accurately) that my mood would settle once we got on the road. On that Friday, it stormed and rained all afternoon, so we left in the rain. It was very relaxing since I wasn't driving (I had no experience towing a trailer -- which had the 4 wheeler, my bicycle, our ice chest, and other sundries -- much less in the rain).
On the way out there, we passed all kinds of things. The most notable for me was a "Primitive" Baptist Church. That's actually what they had on the sign. Oh, it had a name, too, but it was "Blah Blah Primitive Baptist Church". What the heck does that MEAN? Kinda strange. Oh, we also passed a place where Charles told me they hold tractor races. Shame we couldn't stop, ya know? :)
( Detailed breakdown of my trip -- it's LONG )
And that, ladies and gentlemen, was my Corinth Road Trip. I enjoyed it, and wouldn't mind going back when I have more time. :)
So, when I learned that I was off on Saturday, August 16, I checked with him, and we planned a trip to the "babin" (cabin converted from a barn) in Corinth, where I'd finally learn to fire a gun, get to ride a 4-wheeler, and just cut loose for a day or so. The week leading up to it seemed to drag. I was actually excited about the prospect of doing things I'd never done before.
The day came, and I was in a funk, but not so much so that I didn't want to go. I figured (accurately) that my mood would settle once we got on the road. On that Friday, it stormed and rained all afternoon, so we left in the rain. It was very relaxing since I wasn't driving (I had no experience towing a trailer -- which had the 4 wheeler, my bicycle, our ice chest, and other sundries -- much less in the rain).
On the way out there, we passed all kinds of things. The most notable for me was a "Primitive" Baptist Church. That's actually what they had on the sign. Oh, it had a name, too, but it was "Blah Blah Primitive Baptist Church". What the heck does that MEAN? Kinda strange. Oh, we also passed a place where Charles told me they hold tractor races. Shame we couldn't stop, ya know? :)
( Detailed breakdown of my trip -- it's LONG )
And that, ladies and gentlemen, was my Corinth Road Trip. I enjoyed it, and wouldn't mind going back when I have more time. :)
