This past Monday I picked up my new Ruger 10/22 Takedown rifle. The barrel and action are stainless steel. The rifle is taken apart where the action and barrel join.
It came with a standard black stock.
I changed the stock to a mossy oak cammo stock.
As I wrote in a previous post, I returned from Mexico on Thursday. I had spent a week there.
Friday morning I had a dream and another astral projection experience.
In my dream I was in a house. It was me, my cousin, and a woman whom I do not know. We were sitting on the sofa in the living room. There was a television in front of us but I do not remember it being on. I had headphones on and was listening to music. Even with my headphones on I could here the woman singing along. I wondered how she could be singing along so I took the headphones off and realized that the same music was being played through a speaker. That's how she was singing along with the music I was listening to.
At some point we left the house and went to the store. I recognized it as a store I had actually went to with my cousin when I was visiting Mexico. At the store I walked ahead of them. I walked into the store ahead of them.
In the store I was walking along the walkway, or aisles. There were some shelves to my left. I saw a lot of people. It looked like a store I had been to.
Suddenly I became aware that I was in the astral. I became lucid. As I concentrated on my lucidity my experience became clearer. I knew full well that I was in the astral and I didn't really need to reassure myself but I decided to give a little jump just to see if I would float. Indeed I floated. I reached the ceiling and gently began to come back down. I landed on top of the shelves that were to my left.
I could see people at the store looking at me. I got off the shelves on the right side. I walked a short distance and I peered around the shelf case. At this point I began to loose my lucidity. As I gently lost my lucidity I felt myself gently returning to the physical world again. Fully awake I found myself laying in my bed in my room.
Revisiting Mexico in the astral was a magical experience.
Jerks. That's exactly what the authors of that article are. See my post "Best and Worst Places," dated November 30, 2020.
I personally went to Mexico and I know from my own personal experience that Mexico is doing way better than the United States in this pandemic. And I'm certain that it's doing way better than those Asian countries listed by those three jerks at Bloomberg.
Fuck those three jerks and fuck Bloomberg editors for allowing that article to be published.
I returned from Mexico a few days ago. I made it back just in time. As of Friday, anyone leaving the Bay Area is required to quarantine for 10 days upon returning. I returned Thursday, so I'm good to go. But I'm still following the stay-at-home mandate here where I live.
I really enjoyed my trip to Mexico City. I visited family and spent a great week with my favorite cousin. I had already told her that I did not want to go to any tourist place. I had absolutely no desire for tourists.
"I want to spend a week there. I want to go just to the places where ordinary Mexicans go to. I want to go to the same restaurants, the same stores, the same places that Mexicans go to," I said to her. I did not want to go where tourists go to. I'm not a tourist. I'm family.
It was awesome. She took me out to local restaurants. We went to local shopping centers. I spent a week living just like ordinary Mexicans live.
At restaurants and stores we had to wipe our shoes before entering. We had to wear our face masks. Our temperatures were checked and we were instructed to disinfect our hands with disinfecting gel before entering. We followed all the rules and all went well.
Eventually my week in paradise ended. I had to return to reality.
Thursday morning my cousin, her son, and another of my nephews dropped me off at the airport. We had breakfast together, I said goodbye to them and returned home.
