Getting to the retreat was a fucking chore. It snowed, it got dark, traffic was shit. It cleared up, we wanted Arby's, none of the Arby's advertised on the "Food This Exit" Signs, It started to snow some more. I got tired, John took over driving, and.... we hit a deer. Mother fucker. It lived. We were only going ten miles an hour because we SAW it, and were going UBER slow because we didn't know what the deer was going to do so we opt to pass him slowly, and the STUPID ASS decides he's going to jump out in front of us. There was absolutely NO time to stop considering that it was snowing and we just would have slid into him and possibly into the ditch that he'd been in. So, I'm in the front seat FREAKING out. My eyes shut because I was afraid to open them, and John saying, "Linda, he's ok, he ran across the field, jumped the fence. etc etc. I didn't even think about the possible damage to the car until John got out and I asked him why. Damn stupid deer cracked the grill and some deer fur was caught in it, but no blood, no dents, deer, so far as we know o.k. Me. Traumatized.
We arrive at camp, and sign in, and pretty much unpack the car and go right to bed.
Saturday Afternoon, I was just to the point where I had finally talked myself into believing that the deer was ok, going to be ok, by all the evidence, etc etc,
when everyone starts getting ready to get to the potluck, everyone making their things, and what happens? M. asks me to put this meat in the freezer. So, I do. Then, about ten minutes later, he asks for it. I get it out of the freezer and while I still have it in my hands (shudder) someone asks what he's making and he says, "Venison Stew."
shudder
shudder
shudder
Can we make the weekend without the dead deer theme? Please?
OI.
Over all, It was a good weekend. Nothing naughty. Just nice to be among people that I missed. I did manage to take a few pictures. And, I even let a few pictures be taken of me. akk.
I got a reiki massage, which was muchly needed.
That's about the highlight.
Back home now.
Laundry to get out.
x
Posted by hawkie at December 21, 2003 08:56 PM