I certainly grew up in a family that liked to eat, but my husband’s family is all about the Thanksgiving feast in a way that my family never was. There are about 10 side dishes and leftovers for every branch of the family to take home. It’s kind of amazing.
So that’s what I’ve been up to for the past few days–eating. The comical twist in the story is that while rushing out of the house on Wednesday afternoon, Scott and I forgot all of our toiletries for the trip. No toothbrush, no deodorant, no anything. Fortunately, Scott’s family is generous, and there are these things called drug stores all over the place. Even with those good things, I went 4 days using my finger as a toothbrush, not brushing my hair, not wearing a lick of makeup. It added a tiny bit of rusticity to the holiday.
On top of that, I went hunting for the first time in my life. Or I went along for a hunt, anyway. Scott and I sat in the woods for a few hours (almost–it got really cold!), and I looked around and read my book in turns. Scott is a better hunter than I am, but at least I did my best to not talk.
The main wildlife we saw that morning was a racoon that we treed nearby. Accidentally treed. The poor guy looked really cute at first and took a nap far up the tree. Then he got really agitated that we wouldn’t leave, and he wagged his tail really hard and made weird sounds at us for the next hour. It was kind of disconcerting.
That one morning of cold adventuring will last me a while. Scott, however went out again the next day and met with more success. Something about a wife flipping book pages and a racoon hissing in a tree didn’t work out too well for him.