A rare day to myself

Today has been a different kind of day, a day that I do not get very often a day to myself.
Kenny Ray spent the day with his Grandma and cousins at Carriage hill farms, they had some kind of pioneer days festival, I believe that is what they told me it was. Tari went to her Aunt Pam’s house, and that left me to do what I wanted, somewhat. I was going to to a auction but decided to come down to the cabin, as I had to close my post office box. I no longer need it as the bills and letters for dad have finally stopped coming, except for letter’s coming from social security and they were the first ones informed of dad’s death a year ago. Our well run government still does not know get it they stopped his check but the benefits keep going they do not know what the other is doing we can force everybody into health care including the dead all for a price. Anyway enough of that
This has been a day of first’s also, first I am writing this on a laptop that I purchased from Ebay and is part of my 100 items that I have been writing about on my other blog.
It has allowed me to write from the front porch of my cabin. As I am sitting here writing the sun is going down and the sky is streaked with pink, the crickets and tree frogs are singing a symphony, and in the distance someones coon hound is running and I can just hear it barely baying far off over on the far ridge, it is a fine evening. I went squirrel hunting this afternoon in a different woods that I got permission a couple of weeks ago, and I new this would be a good to check it out since I was by myself. There is nothing like the feeling of hunting new ground for the first time, the anticipation is high.
My hunt was not a great hunt as I did not bring home any supper but I did manage to see four big doe’s and a huge buck and did pick out a spot to hang a tree stand, which me and the Little Boy will do in two weeks as we begin the deer season. I am hoping for some much needed rain, the woods are dry as dust and is almost impossible to be quiet as you are moving thru the woods, as well as my pond is down about six feet now, one good thing though I did not have to much grass today as most of it has died I think.
I went down town and had supper and as I was waiting on the food I was looking out the window and seen another first. Coming down the road was a Mennonite horse drawn wagon with two boys about Kenny Ray’s age of thirteen, which is not uncommon. As I see these young men working the fields with a team of big Morgan horse’s all the time.
But this wagon had not a load of hay or corn but a fourteen foot canoe and a couple of fishing poles they were headed to the river to do a little night fishing as it was about seven thirty pm. when they passed. I thought to myself what fun they must be having and I thought of all those city boys playing video games when they could be floating the river at night with a pole what an adventure a real one not pretend.Well I need to finish cleaning up a little bit and finish my cup of coffee and have another piece of strawberry rhubarb pie and better head for home before everyone starts to worry as it is now nine pm. I think that coon hound is turning and heading this way, I think I will listen to the race a little bit.