Before I begin my story, I need to get something out of the way. Mom. Stop reading. There’s information here you shouldn’t have. Just walk away. Now that that is done, I can talk to you guys. Seriously, Mom. Stop reading. I’m pretty sure I misinterpreted a conversation. I’m also…
Things have gone too far. I have tolerated Don’s embrace of the outdoors, even though he restrained himself from that embrace until we were well into our marriage. Waited until we had kids and car payments and gravity had taken its toll and nobody was going anywhere. I have endured hikes that are…
You guys know that I, very much by accident, married an outdoorsman. I still really like him, even though he wrote on my dry-erase board, he’s monopolizing the washing machine, and he scoffed at my request for Starbucks. And that’s just stuff he did today. Because I still really like him, I try…
I once calculated how many days, nights, weeks I spend without my husband. I arrived at four months. Four months out of each year, I am on my own. That’s four months of taking out my own garbage. Killing my own bugs. Sometimes even pumping my own gas. I have all of the obligations…
Don and I have diverse views on many things. Take, for example, bunny rabbits. I once explored bunnies as pets for our son. Don suggested I get several to breed for meat. I did not get any bunnies. But probably the hardest thing to navigate with Don is his refusal to believe in…
As it turns out, hunter education is hard. In the online hunter ed program, I’m on unit 9. Out of 11. I registered in April. This is June. I really don’t want to hunt. For starters, a lot of hunting involves hiking through forested landscape in the dark. That’s…
I don’t know where you guys keep your fox skulls and deer vertebrae. We keep ours in the laundry room. What better place to put gross animal bits but where you keep your clean clothes, am I right? So I was surprised when the deer antlers, wrapped in plastic, just sat in the garage, week…
I usually try to alternate my tales – one week it’s Willie and Indy, the next it’s my outdoorsmen. But I’m at The Cabin and the shower and I are fighting. I need a third party who may be sympathetic. To understand our fight, you’ll want to know a bit about our relationship. We…
My stylist, Cindy, stepped back from my hair, horror and dismay on her face. Normally a beautiful shade of (chemically-enhanced) blonde, my hair lay before Cindy a garish copper blonde, fading to orange at the nape of my neck and down to the brittle, flaked ends. I know what I did. Cindy knows what…
There are a few things I haven’t told you about The Cabin. This is mostly because Don thinks these things make us sound rich. I think you probably know I can tell you all about these things while utterly failing to make us sound rich. For starters, we actually have two cabins. The…