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The Deer Hunters Return

Baby J's first deer, a doe.

Payne killed a buck with some strange horns. I'll have to go find a better shot so you can see the strangeness.

The Great Thanksgiving Wrap-Up

Thanksgiving and New Year's Day are two of my favorite holiday mornings. I stay in my pj's until most absolutely necessary to don normal clothing. TMI for you?

It was a small-ish group at Jon's parents' this year. Both sisters were out-of-town.

I made a broccoli salad. Yes, that is it. Just a salad. But I think I get credit for Jon handling all the turkey-frying duties.

Payne and Jon headed to the deer lease late Thursday afternoon. Baby J went with Bob Friday morning. It's been very quiet around here. I probably should have been busy with Christmas preparations. I went to the movies instead.

I have spent my time while not digesting cinematic glory cleaning out and organizing. Just thrilling. Keeps you up at night. I want to live in my color-coded closet now. Just let me languish in between the stack of pink cardigans (6) and green cardigans(4). Yes, those numbers are correct. And I wear every.single.one. You really don't want to know about the others....

Get more riled up about the pairs of black shoes I am ditching. Seven. And those are just the black ones.

Besides putting my disaster of a closet back right, I cleared off the most dreaded counter in the office. The catch-all. The holder of all that enters my home. Receipts, tags, a poster for the barn, Christmas ornaments, Junior League stuff, PTO stuff, Friends of the Library stuff, bills to pay, pencils sans lead, pencils with lead, a notepad with 3 pages, sundry catalogs, 2 new and untouched magazines, and library book to be returned were all stacked in neat little piles.

Yes, I am a piler. I admit it.

Most everything is now sorted and put in its proper home. You can imagine how full my wastebins are. Amazing how much that enters our house is, in essence, rubbish. I need to prevent it from entering in the first place. Hmm....that could have some deeper, spiritual meaning.

And, in the vein of being mindful, please say a prayer for Chuck Evans. He is the husband of a high school classmate, Susan. He was traumatically injured in a work accident before Thanksgiving. I do not know any details, but do know he lost portions of his legs.

One Degree from Diane Rehm

I was toodling down the road this morning after getting my hair trimmed, listening to the Diane Rehm show on NPR. She was talking to one of my former professors at A&M, H.W. Brands. Crazy! My former history professor on NPR.

It seems he has a new book out on FDR, Traitor to His Class. I will have to check it out, plus some of his other works. He has written a few.

In reading his online bio, it seems I caught Dr. Brands at the near start of his teaching career. I remember really enjoying his teaching manner. Matter of fact with a whiff of being irreverent at times. I don't know how his teaching style has evolved throughout his career, but I vividly remember a final in one of his two classes I took. The entire final was a essay in the form of a letter from the Secretary of State to the President, advising the President on a course of action.

I am glad someone I have known was on The Diane Rehm Show. I love listening to her interviews. You can listen to a replay of the interview by clicking here.

*Ahem* Another post about Life

I told you to watch it last year. Again, I told you to watch a little while back.

Read this article about Life, and go watch. Yesterday, Jon and I watched a few episodes we had tivo'd  dvr'd and enjoyed them all over again.

The One Involving A Little Bloodshed

My quiet weekend never materialized.

I made the emergency shopping run to San Antonio Friday evening. Emergency shopping? Well, it surely is if one of your most favorite stores in all the world is declaring bankruptcy and you received a couple of gift cards in the previous week for your birthday.

Saturday involved running down to the deer lease for the day. I went somewhat reluctantly. I enjoy the free time with the boys gone to catch up on going through closets, disposing of unloved toys, and reading, reading, reading.

I am glad I was there. Baby J had his first kill:

He has never wanted to shoot anything before. Not even at cans. But he has figured out *finally* how to look through the scope, and can see his target.

Other scenes from the day:

Payne shot a doe. Don't think anyone wants to see that.

Just Another Saturday Night

I just got back from the deer lease. I am tired. I am cold. I am going to bed. My quiet weekend out home alone was blown out of the water.

That is all.

Three cheers for Will...

Somedays, you just need the world to cheer along with you.

Reckless Kelly on a Wednesday

Some weeks just beg for a bit of Reckless Kelly, especially when one is slogging through endless work on a Wednesday.

 

Wicked Twisted Road

Veterans Day

A day to remember, pay our respects, grant honor, and say, simply, "Thank you."

Photo credit: cstein96

Now It's His Turn

Today's November Birthday Club member:

Happy Birthday, Jon!