Can You Hear Me NOW?

April 15th I took aim and fired.  I missed.  Then I missed 5 more times.  But then (I can hardly believe this) I got three in a row.  I said "pull" and shattered three little clay pigeons in mid air.  It was amazing.  I tried this once years ago, but almost shattered my shoulder instead of the bird. This time, out of 50 rounds, I hit about a third.  I felt like Jack Bauer. 

I was being instructed by a military officer at Camp Pendleton.  He was as surprised as me at how successful I was. But mostly he was glad I didn't shoot him or myself.  Maybe I'll move on to a pistol next time.
 

From there, we went to the City Hall at Oceanside, CA to attend a tea party.  Not the kind with China and heart shaped scones, but the protesting, chanting, sign-carrying kind.  I've never done anything like that before, but I felt like I needed to.  I am feeling unheard these days.  So, I made a sign that said "Can you hear me NOW?" and I joined hundreds of other people as we walked through the town to the ocean and assembled a line of people to pass giant bags of tea out to the water.  I'm sure Congress took notice.
 

Now that I know I can hit a target and that somebody heard me, I feel a lot better.