Happy and Blessed

Sometimes you have one of those really great weekends and it is always such a blessing after a week you'd rather not repeat.

Friday evening after work I kicked off my shoes, showered, and hit the hay.  Saturday I got up at 4:30 to be ready for "Whistler's Day", the educational and fun event for kids interested in hunting, held in northern Kentucky.  It was wonderful!

This is in conjunction with the National Quail Association and our chapter is called Quail Forever.  We used to be part of the National Wild Turkey Federation but for various reasons the menfolk in our chapter decided to change to quail.  I don't hunt, so I don't mind.

My sister's husband is the treasurer of this gang and he takes all of his duties seriously.  He makes me crazy but he is a good man.  Mike had originally asked my Pirate Husband to photograph the event but....well, the Pirate Husband is not one of those kind of guys who just loves to spend loads of time with children.  Anyway, this put me second in line for the photography request and I loved it!

Moms and dads and kids and grandparents all participating in archery, shooting shotguns and rifles, skinning a raccoon, fishing, and learning to respect God and nature; it was wonderful with about 350 participants.  The best part was watching our three-year-old grandson shoot a .22 rifle for the first time.  He did it!!!  

I drove home from Kentucky, packed a red nightie and my toothbrush, and headed to the boat to spend the rest of the weekend with my Pirate Husband.  I dearly love and adore that man.  Let me just say that my life is not complete without him by my side.  



Now, sleeping in a tiny bunk with him is just not practical.  We have shared so many nights in a twin bed at times over the years, and that is acceptable and doable.  However, being in that bunk is coffin-like!  And with age creeping up on us, it is just not practical.  Flexibility without injury is required!

But through it all we keep devouring each other!   I love him and I know he loves me.  I just love to look at that man, listen to his plans, argue with him, and make his coffee.  He made me laugh so many times over the last 24 hours.  We didn't head out on Lake Erie but rather ended up at a really nice WalMart a few miles away and made sure he had a few tasty and healthy things in his fridge.  We walked the aisles singing out our arguement:

His:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JxKy1_c6DeM  Fifteen Miles on the Erie Canal

Mine:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukUL_I14GPw   Country Roads

Then I had to head home.  Missing him but smiling ear to ear and feeling so blessed.  Thank You, LORD, for my husband and family. Country roads, take me home....

As the Thunder Rumbles

I love thunderstorms.  There is a big one stirring up just west of us right here in "Cornfield County".  What is it about me that likes violent weather?  Maybe because it can't be harnessed, it can't be stopped, it can't be controlled, nor can it be manipulated.  (While none of that is true thanks to geoengineering, I still like to imagine it is true!)

While the wind is whipping the leaves inside out on the trees around our yard, I am contemplating.  What would it be like to take a year off from the secure life in a safe world with solid work with the "root system" of surrounding family keeping me grounded?  

Do I have a wild side that might enjoy the unknown adventure of letting go of the harness, becoming unstoppable, uncontrolled, and unscheduled?  I don't know.  That's why I am contemplating.

The Pirate Husband has completed his Great Loop journey a week and a half ago.  He has cut the grass twice, fixed the motor on the central air, chatted with a few neighbors, and is bored to distraction.  Thankfully he has a problem to tackle in finding the right antenna set up for his ham radio. 

We are discussing where he might journey next on his boat, Sixteen Tons.  Perhaps the Bahamas?  Maybe through the Panama Canal? Those dreams could just very well become grand life adventures.  One thing is for certain, he ain't gonna sit around the middle of "Cornfield County" perfecting his landscaping skills.  He needs to live.  

So, I am contemplating.