Diecast and Die Hard

The diecast dump truck I ordered for my great nephew Ezra was finally delivered. I was afraid I wouldn’t have a gift for him on Christmas Day. I thought I would wrap one of the diecast cars from my collection to give him if the dump truck didn’t make it here.

Now that all the gifts I ordered are here, I guess I’ll spend the rest of today wrapping them. It’s a good thing I DVRed the Charlie Brown Christmas special last year, because it no longer airs on regular TV. I thought I would watch that while wrapped, but looking at the list of recordings, I see I also DVRed Die Hard last year, on Christmas Eve. So, that’s what I’m going to watch.

Pizza!

Today my friend Jill shared a meme about the religion of pizza. Since seeing that meme, I haven’t been able to get pizza off my mind. The picture is from DoorDasher Jacob.

New Spices

I really loaded up on groceries tonight. I should be good for a while. While at the store, I grabbed five containers of spices. One of them is Garlic Pepper. I like what it did to the chicken I just cooked.

The Last Hunt

Tomorrow is the last day of firearm season, but I’m probably not going to make it out. I only made it out a few times this year and today was likely my last hunt. I regret that I didn’t hunt the land much when I was young.

I was twelve when we moved into that house and I had been fascinated with the land from the beginning, but I didn’t develop a passion for hunting until I was in my late-twenties. I’ve shot three deer. I guess that’s a feat to be proud of. But I wonder, if I would have started earlier in my life, would I feel more accomplished as a hunter by this point? Would I maybe have gotten the buck I’ve been dreaming about for the last fifteen years?

I see the pictures that so many of you post each hunting season. The ones of yourselves with bucks that have majestic racks. I’m impressed every time I see these pictures, but I always wonder, what do you guys do right that I’m doing wrong?

How is it that the bucks just come out for you? I can think of only three times that I’ve had a buck with a noticeable rack in front of me. They all took off before I could get a shot at them.