It’s Sunday – and I am not going to Church. Neither is my family.
My son, we think, according to the doctor who thinks, has a double dose of the pink eye. (Public school) and is highly contagious. Don’t worry, I washed my hands before typing this email. You should be okay, but just in case, you might want to disinfect your PC screen.
Anyway, we are not going. We can still carry the stuff even if we do not have. We have mandated a series of handwashings, but I still do not want to bring it to Church.
This week is deer season in West Virginia. I am not a deer hunter – but my son shows signs of becoming one. I am a nervous nelly, you might say, and cannot live without my cell phone, internet, laptop, and tv. It’s a horribly disfiguring disease with violent withdraw pagns. But last year, on the first day of deer season I made my way out to Mason County, WV, climbed a bit down the hill side, and waited, in silance, for deer. IN two days, I saw about 5 or 6 deer, and shot at everyone. And killed none. I had one deer standing not more than 10 yards away from me. I shot three times without my gauged gun. He stood there, laughing, taunting at me. I took out my pistol and shot the clip. Again, he laughed and taunted me. But he finally ran. Good for me. He had better run.
But this year, I got me a 7mm mag rifle. They tell me that it has been known to kill two deer with one shot. Fine with me. I figure if I don’t kill them, maybe they will have a heart attack. Maybe.
So, I might be a little slow on posting this week. I am trying to become an outdoors person so that if my son decides that lifestyle, we can spend time together, and that I can encourage him in that pursuit.
I am going to prepare a few things, of course, and post them throughout the week – I hope. Otherwise, I’ll just post here and there.
Of course, just because I am not going to Church this morning, does not mean that you yourself cannot go.
Well, unless there is a hunting accident, I will see you tomorrow.