I just noticed something... I keep seeing people use the word 'partner' instead of 'husband' or 'wife' or 'spouse'. In terms of language it's kind of right, but not exactly right. All husbands and wives are spouses, all spouses are partners (or they should be), but not all partners are spouses. (And spouses are broken into husbands and wives, so not all spouses are strictly one or the other.) Specificity, folks. Hell, you could even slide another level in there - significant other. Put it between partner and spouse. As in, all spouses are significant others, but not all significant others are spouses. When partner can also include business relationships - company ownerships, law offices, etc. - as well as law enforcement, using partner when you mean significant other/spouse is lazy language. Or it's a further degradation of our way of life. Either way, knock it off.
Sonny the buck is almost totally unafraid of Hubs now. True, Hubs can't pet him yet, but it's to a point where the buck is getting within mere feet of my husband. I may end up watching Hubs' back while he puts out food during the rut. I'll go out there with my big walking stick and that alone should keep the deer back. They're still terrified of me. My mere presence in the window makes them walk away. Scary scary lady here.
Speaking of my walking stick, we were out at the lake a while back and I found this stick that had washed up on the shore. It's about 5 ft long and just the right diameter, tapering down to a solid point. Both ends show distinct beaver gnaw marks. It's awesome, so I brought it home. The beavers did the work of removing all the bark for me. Hubs stained it for me last week. I can't wait to use it.
I have another one my oldest brother made for himself out of an ash tree he cut from the land where we grew up, and I just assumed custody of it when he left home. My oldest brother is 6'8, so you can imagine how big this thing is. I can't actually wield it as a walking stick. Staff? Anyway, it's a piece of home, so I've carted it through every move since 2001. It's standing in the corner of my living room behind the TV.
Today's my mom's 81st birthday. I sent her a rock. Yep, a rock. And a loaf of homemade zucchini bread made with my zucchinis. And some homemade granola bars. The rock is a long story. Suffice it to say, she liked it and that's all that matters.
Okay, I should probably get some stuff done before I have to head off to the Packing Show. Have a great day, ya'll.