Moving On

Wow its been weeks since I've posted. Too busy with work and everyday life. THANKSGIVING came and went. No one came home as usually so I started decorating for Christmas. I'm still amazed at all the stuff one person can accumulate over the years. (five artifical trees, upteen boxes of ornaments, more snowmen than snow, strings and strings of lights that don't work, old and I mean old tinsel, and stuff still in boxes that has never been opened; where in the hell did I get that stuff!) I can open my own Christmas Store, better yet...
I guess I'll have a garage sale in the spring and unload some of this stuff to someone else. I can't keep holding on to memories.
The big Pennsylvania deer seasons begins on Monday and I have to work. I always liked being at home watching for deer to cross the yard; instead I'm going to have to watch them popping out on the road to and from work. They'll be moving around all day long because of the men with their big guns will be after them from daybreak to dark. How is it that a man can get up at 4am to go hunting; but for work he waits to the very last minute to crawl out of bed? I spent thirty years wondering this. What a waste!!! I'm glad to see the weather won't be co-operating for the mighty hunters. Its to be sixty degrees and sunny on Monday. No snow for tracking and when walking in the woods the fallen leaves are so crispy that the deer will hear them coming a half a mile away, run Bambi run. Don't get me wrong here, hunting serves a purpose. It thins the herd and most people like the meat, its good for you, no fat. But almost every man dreams of that one trophy buck too puff up his chest about. (bragging rights) Its like having a stacked blonde bimbo on their arm. All for show. Anyhow, thats all I have for now. I'm off to try some new coffee creamer: Pumpkin Spice...