• My bean period appears to be continuing, as I made a crock of 15-bean soup last night. It cooked through the night, and I had some for lunch. It was amazing.
• Abby and I have limited time and interest in television, but we added a show to our lexicon recently, Ultimate Survivor Alaska: four teams, Woodsmen, Mountaineers, Endurance Athletes, and Military compete by making their way across various portions of Alaskan wilderness. I can’t speak for my wife, but the main reason I find the show so engrossing is that I want to be there.
• I took apart and cleaned my Ruger MkIII 22/45 last night. I consider this pistol one of my all-time favorites to shoot, but very much my least favorite to clean and reassemble. There are numerous internet instructions on how to accomplish reassembly. Last night I brought up a YouTube video detailing the process and followed it to the letter, and while it worked for the guy on the screen, who had the exact same pistol, it didn’t for me, and I had to add two extra steps. If you have this pistol, here is my advice: don’t be afraid to take it apart and clean it, but be prepared for a bit of frustration.
• Finally, I am saddened to report the death of someone I knew and liked: Pete Haydu. He was Abby’s daughter Chele’s best friend’s husband. I only got to hang out with him a few times, but when I did, he seemed like a great guy. He died eight days ago after a battle with cancer. He was 44.