I’m not sure how a whole week-and-a-half went by without a single new blog post. I am still alive and writing. (Sorry if this causes you to lose a bet.)
Our Thanksgiving trip to Clover Creek Farm hunting reserve was amazing. I was depressed and feeling alone before we left, but John and Pam, the farm’s owners were just like family…except without the passive-aggressiveness and leftover childhood resentments.
There were a couple other families there too. We all ate meals together, hunted together (Andrew and I don’t hunt. I don’t even like stepping on bugs.) and played games into the night. It may become our Thanksgiving tradition every year. James and Walker, another hunter are already planning a turkey season visit to John and Pam’s place. Hopefully, they’ll let me tag along.
And we got a doe. Apparently deer numbers are down this year throughout the Southeast (except in our neighborhood).
We’re looking forward to a freezer full of deer tenderloin and our first venison jerky making project.
Wait a minute. I didn’t sit down to write about the hunting trip. I was going to tell you that my book, the one that’s taken six years off my life, that still may have formatting glitches here and there, and I didn’t have to change my name to publish…well, it’s finally live on Amazon. Downloadable for just $2.99.
Yay. It’s done. And I’m still sober.