(His response to this always is that he has a good car)
(My response is always that nice cars get crashed too)
Anyways, he got up at 4:30AM and quickly decided to take a vacation day. He could use it to go hunting. Snow on the ground is a big plus during hunting season. So he was out of bed and in the shower and buzzing around excitedly. He made his sandwich. I gathered snacks. He pulled his wool pants over his long johns and got put on his warm wool shirt.
He got his coat on and he began to gather his things things together. His lunch. He patted his chest. Yes. He had his range finder. He checked his coat pocket. He had his grunt call. He had his license. A pencil. The last I saw him, he was headed out to his car with a spring in his step..
I made my coffee and started a pot of chili for supper. It's a hearty soup for a cold day, and it can be dished up whenever he returns home.
I came back to the office to sit down at the computer with my coffee. I was surprised to hear the back door open and footsteps. I got up and headed towards the kitchen. it was Tim. I was a little flabbergasted. "What happened?" I asked, thinking of car issues. My car had already refused to start. Weak batteries and cold mornings are not a good mix.
He looked at me sheepishly. "I got too excited to get out the door."
I looked at him. "What did you forget?"
Embarrassed, he said, "My bow."
The man had gotten half way to camp and a buck leaped across the road. Lucky for him that it did. That's when he realized that he didn't have his crossbow.
I worry about both of us sometimes. My father would have called us both 'rattle asses'. I'm forever forgetting where I put things down. Or why I walked in a room. Tim doesn't remember anything without writing it down. I'm the same way. But I usually forget the list
After he left the second time, I returned to my coffee in the office. Ed had posted a reading suggestion for the first snow. I read this years ago and laughed myself stupid over it. All these years later, I laughed myself stupid once again.
However, I'm thinking the trip to stupid is not nearly as long as it used to be.
PS: These political calls are starting to make me crazy. One right after another. I'll be glad when tomorrow is over.
Get out there and vote, people.
PPS: Cara's trip is done. She and her cat Mack are settling back in.