The Old Fellas

It seems as if our snow is done, at least for this round. Tim went up to go hunting. He got another deer, so he's pretty pleased. Do we have room in the freezer for it? Yes. We do. 

As for me, I spent the day at home doing house-y type things. Rugs got washed, floors got mopped. I was waiting for a delivery. A Christmas gift was arriving in two packages. It was probably about 3-ish when I looked out and saw a box on the porch. Just the one box. I spent some time tracking packages and found that the other package is now due to arrive on Monday. 

Tim suggested going out to dinner tonight. It felt nice to dress up and put on some make up. After that, we got a bit more Christmas shopping done. We stopped at the grocery store to pick up onions. I cannot tell you how that even happened, that I ran out of onions, of all things. It's like running out of potatoes or garlic. Anyways, we were coming across the parking lot, as a car pulled up next to ours. A man got out and threw his arms in the air and called, 'Hello!' 

It was a boy that Tim had in his Sunday school class long ago. We've always thought a lot of him, and there he was with his wife, who I'd never met, but seemed awfully nice. 

Justin complained about how poor hunting has been this season. I laughed and jerked a thumb at Tim. "This one got his fourth today." He didn't believe me. Tim verified it. Justin said, "Jees. I have a hard time even walking when the snow is this deep." Tim said, "I know it." Justin said, "Did you hear about ---------?" and he launched into a story about a local hunter who had died of a heart attack on opening day while dragging his deer out of the woods. He said to Tim, "You need to be careful..." 

These young whippersnappers can make a body feel pretty decrepit. 

We stopped in to buy cat food. All of a sudden the ferals we take care of here have begun turning up their collective noses at the canned Friskies (Now with Extra Gravy!) I am pretty sure it is what they've been eating right along. I tried to find something that might work better for the connoisseurs. Now we are trying the pate. The rejected cat food won't go to waste. The 'kittens' are not foodies. 

A very high spirited man about our age was pushing a cart along with an air mattress and a baby crib. His wife followed along behind with a cart full of groceries. Obviously had company coming in for the holidays. I moved back out of the way as he maneuvered the awkward cart into the checkout lane. 

He said, "Don't tell me. You're waiting on your husband!" I laughed and said I was. "He needed some Twizzlers." 

Looking over my shoulder, he said, "Here he comes, and with bananas too." He called out to Tim, "I asked your wife if she was waiting for her husband, and she said she was and that you were worth every bit of the wait." 

Tim said in a voice as loud as his, "Your wife is great too. I get all my drugs from her." He and his wife both burst into laughter as the people nearby whipped their heads around to look at us. (Spoiler: his wife works in the pharmacy.)

So. That was today. Tomorrow we will quarter the deer and get it in the fridge. The temperatures will begin warming tomorrow and it is not safe to let meat hang in 50 degree weather. We will cut early next week.