Lost a good chunk of my afternoon yesterday forgetting that you have to push the hammer forward on a Ruger MkIII to get the bolt pin/spring lever back in right.
One bright spot is that I have been looking at my neighbor's flag. She is an elderly widow of a cold war era Air Force veteran. The flag looked pretty bad. Shredded. Jerry put a flagpole in long before he died. I called her and asked her if I could take it down. She said, "I'm so sorry, Jerry would be so upset." She is way to old to mess with it. So, we went to Lowes and I bought a new flag and yesterday afternoon I bundled up and got my ladder out and climbed up and gently unwound the flag from the pole and replaced it with a new flag. I folded the worn old flag carefully, folding each tattered piece into the next as if it was perfect. I set it next to her door on a table in her garage with the stars on the left and the point facing up. Then I left without speaking with her. When she gets picked up for church this morning, she will see the folded flag and the new flag on the pole. If she calls to say thank you, I am going to tell her that her neighbors have not forgotten his service. The flag was 9 bucks. I may pick up a couple more. Behind every flag that has been left too long, there could be an old person stressing every day about it. 9 bucks. Worth every penny.