As mentioned in my previous post, here are some snapshots of some of the stuff I had framed to hang up in my office. Two of the images – white-matted colorized photo and the layered photographic image of a young woman – were given me about 30 years ago by the artist, Marlene Davies. Another’s some clippings I collected almost as long ago. Then, there’re the poster I took from a telephone pole on NW 23rd Avenue, Portland, Oregon, and an uncut sheet of Madman Comics trading cards also acquired while I lived at Portland another longish time ago.
Duh. I’d overeaten at a Chinese buffet Friday night. No wonder I didn’t feel like riding in the evening after I got home. And Saturday’s lethargy is explained. Maybe also why I nearly vomited two or three times Sunday morning. Lesson learned.
Disappointing Machine-Part Failure
Also, Saturday’s impulse purchase – a nearly new-looking Astra Constable in .380 – broke Sunday afternoon at the range at about the 80th round. The ejector/slide-catch part broke – a long, odd-looking part that when pictured in the exploding diagram (Numrich’s diagram – click it to visit their site) as part no. 19 resembles half of the Enterprise from Star Trek. So bummed. If the pistol proved reliable I’d planned to make it my go-to as it was inexpensive and I’ve got a good holster for it, plenty of .380 ammunition. Most of the information I’ve found on the Astra Constable indicates it’s a pretty reliable firearm. Maybe there was a labor dispute at Guernica on the day mine was made. I knew the Astra was inexpensive; I didn’t know it was fragile. So bummed. Behold the broken part: