Monday, November 22, 2021

Good times, good times

 There's one less slash pile on the property.  Lots of chores that the parents had to do that they don't have to do for a while.  

My hands smell like gasoline.  Not from the slash pile.  Long story.

I was listening to turkeys in the woods while deer crossed our field and the slash pile fire warmed my back.

I can't tell you how much I love coming back here.

6 comments:

Adrienne said...

I can sense your presence. How long ya here for? Maybe St. Joan's on Sunday? Coffee on me...

Ragin' Dave said...

Probably won't make St. Joans. I don't quite know when we're heading back but I have to be at work on Monday.

p2 said...

You get tired of the circus in SLC, I’ve got an old cabin to dismantle & salvage and a new one to build…..

Ragin' Dave said...

It's a little cold up there right now. I don't think the Mrs. would appreciate the vacation.

p2 said...

Was only -30 the other day, ya big softie…..

Ragin' Dave said...

I've got jogging at -30. It convinced me that it wasn't very much fun to be outside at -30.

In all seriousness, at -20 the wife doesn't go outside. I would be jogging, she would be curled on the couch wondering why she married an idiot.