...or shotgun as the case may be.
I've been hauling Zane to his trap shoot practice nearly every Monday, picking up the other two boys from school part of the time, and zipping over to Ravenna where practice is held. It's been an enjoyable part of my week. I always plan better when something extra is going on and it's a good chance to talk to the boys.
"Seeings as how" they are kids, and I'm not very good at asking questions they want to answer, some days there is more chatting than others. Of course, cell phones can get in the way, but there are enough stories on that issue so I'm not going to get in it here.
I would like to know how schools are run these days, but all school is to most kids a "necessary evil," there is not much information forthcoming from them. I do know that they think school lunch is not enough and disgusting. From pictures I've seen, it's true.
Lynette took her lunch all through high school, because when she was a freshman, her class before lunch was so far away that by the time she got there, the good food was gone and all that was left was "lunch B" and the fast food options. All the nearly 1500 kids had lunch at the same time, there wasn't room in the cafeteria to seat them all, and juniors and seniors could leave campus for lunch without needing a parent sign off, which led to a number of other problems not the least of which was several hundred kids wandering around fairly busy streets to find a place to eat.
There is a new school now, far away from any fast food places and with a closed campus. I hope some of the smoking, drinking, hooliganism is also curbed. I haven't been in the new school. Lynette graduated the spring before the move.
But I digress...
Thursday was the state trap competition. In Doniphan. Fifty miles away. Zane needed to be there at 7:15 because Ravenna Trap had an early slot. We left at 6. I over estimated the driving time and we were there before 7. There was a team picture and the first round of 5 shooters started about 7:30. It took them nearly an hour to shoot their 100 rounds. Zane was in the second group and with only 4, they were done about 9:30. Zane didn't need to be back to school until 11:30 so we looked at the trophies and the vendors, got some ice cream and left for home.
With (I'm guessing) several hundred kids there, the chances of a first year bringing one home is slim to none. Zane has done very well, this first year, never having fired a shotgun before. He did the best he's ever done, with 75 hits out of a hundred. I find it hard to keep my eye on the clay pigeons (blue rocks where I grew up) even though they are orange. My long sight isn't very good anymore.
On another note, I am still collecting idioms or sayings or "our way of saying things".
Here are today's.
Some I use, some I don't
Fat as a roll of butter
Looking down your nose (at someone)
Hanker after (something)
All gussied up
Strike while the iron is hot
Nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof
Raining cats and dogs
Brand, spanking, new
*and the starred ones in the post
