Another year.

Well, it's wednesday and like all my days at work I'm up before the roosters and trying to get some sleep on the way to work. (I have a cruise control) It seems the minute I get to the job everyone stops thinking. Just once I would like to not have to repeat instructions. I mean some of these guys have been here longer than me. It's the same job just a differt truck. Maybe I'm being punished for a past life. Lord knows there I'll be paying for this one soon enough.
The only bright spot is teasing Callie and the girls. The other day Callie was being a sweetheart and cooking me a lucnh for the next day. She popped it in the oven and sat down to read her book. She looked so happy and content. Up until the time I mentioned "I smell smoke". She jumped up with this look of terror on her face and ran past our 3 year old cusing like a sailor. And apollogizing for her choice of words. She did'nt change them, though. The look on the baby was priceless. She did'nt know what the hell mom was upto, but it was'nt good. That little scene really made my day. Maybe thats why she rarely cooks me a lunch.

If it's you, it'll show.

That's a philosophy I developed about 15 years ago when I went through a depression. I stopped everything. No hunting, shooting, archery, motorcycles. Everything! I was lost! And when you're lost you stop and take a look around to find out where you are. Well, it worked. All the things I loved most surfaced and I knew where I was and who I am. Since then I've had to put things that are truly me on hold for the sake of my family and home. I still heard the call, but just couldn't find the time to answer. Well, things are going good, everyone is well, the sun will rise and set regardless of my wished. So I'm picking up my bow again with the hopes that's some of those dreams I've had may come true. Callie has always supported me and the girls have shown an interest, so maybe, just maybe my time has come. My hunting buddy is not as enthusiastic about his bow as before, but I'm determined to get back to the love that I've had since childhood. With his company or without. I'm sure we'll continue to hunt together from time to time. But for me, the bow is the purest form of pursuing game. I've gone many years without success, but I still love it. At times I honestly believe I was born 500 years too late. I'll start with the tourneys I always enjoyed and lotsa stump shooting. With luck I'll be successful this year, God willing and the river don't rise.