Seasons Eatings

Our holidays start just like anyone else - faith, family & facial hair. For me I am always lacking in the latter, I said latter- not ladder! I feel like we have been staying at the greeks and the property every weekend for the last 3 months. Our 'holiday season' also seems to be starting earlier and earlier. It began in October with Emmett's and is showing no signs of stopping. Not everyone gets to enjoy extended Thanksgiving like us though, eating 4lbs of bacon among 5 people on opening day is considered normal, right? Well maybe I am exaggerating - there was 6 of us.

All in all DeerThanksMas went very well, except the family ate more food than a province in some 3rd world country. Better make that a second 2nd world country, baby Ryan is already eating ham. Unlike deer season and Thanksgiving this was the first official holiday we got to celebrate as new property owners. Since A and I felt that adequate money was spent this holiday season, between the property and a new transmission for Kevin, we opted out of the traditional spousal gift giving this year. With no tree, no gifts, no cash - we woke up early Christmas morning and put our bags in the car. We stopped at Sheetz for our free coffee (you know I can't pass up free) and we began our trek up to the property. Being that it was Christmas day, I softened my stone heart and allowed A to listen to Christmas music. When we arrived, the greek was a miserable mess, he clearly cannot stand being sick. Since he is convinced that "if you don't use it, you lose it" he was bound and determined to stay outside the majority of the day, despite his having such a horrible cold. With the women in the kitchen - greek and I walked out to the rock. We talked of stairs for the tree-stand, admired the new roof on the tree-house and looked for deer tracks, hopeful that we haven't harvested the entire population.

 

 

I wanted to go up to the property to burn some more of the hillbilly trash and rotting wood out of the yard. Since I knew he wasn't up for the jaunt, I took a walkie talkie (come back) and headed in via scrubgrass. With all the snow on the ground it was much easier to see the survey markers so I walked the west property line to the road. This has been the best purchase I have ever made, I would know since I seldom purchase anything. I unlocked the shed, started a fire and was enjoying the quiet serene winter.

That was short lived because the sleeveless one showed up to do his standard arrival routine. He is bound and determined to remove all of the gravel from my very well manicured driveway. We removed a few boards from the dog house to throw on the fire and headed down to the house for the first round of eatings.

After the feeding, the majority of us headed back up to the property to give gnp time to put the house back in working order. Out of all the hillbilly structures on the property, RobSr. was quite sure that the dog house needed to go first and was devaluing the property at a rapid rate. I will let the pictures speak for themselves - Hulk smash

 

 

It isn't very common that you burn dog houses on Christmas day but it is a big world out there and I am sure we aren't the first. Who knows, this might become a yearly tradition although our future dog might not appreciate it. Either way it was a good time and I am quite confident it won't be the last of those.