opening morning

I feel as though I need to do a catchup.

And I will - just not today.

Today I'm enjoying a cup of coffee while deer hunting. I don't have a gun, I'm not out on the stand, but I'm sure watching that back corner. The same one that I can see from my stand.

While I haven't hunted in a few years, I do look forward to opening morning. I have been checking Pappaw's feeder for the last few weeks. I even check around my stand. There's no feeder there now, but the big oak tree provides lots of acorns, and the deer have been hanging out there. For weeks, I've been watching the back corner. I can see it perfectly from my living room windows and from my stand. I know what time the deer come across the pasture. I know where they will cross the creek.

This morning, like always, I was up and outside way before Pappaw got here, wondering what was taking him so long. When he finally pulled up, the sun was beginning to peek over the tree tops, but he was able to sneak to his stand and get settled before the early fog burned off.

Pappaw and I have an opening day tradition. Between 9 and 9:30, he will come off of his stand. I've got his coffee waiting. We have biscuits and sausage gravy, and we talk about what we did or didn't see.

I've got to get to the kitchen - those biscuits won't make themselves. And I just heard a shot.

going back in time

Today I officially went back to school. Kids don't come until next Monday. I've had several workshops and work days in the last few weeks, but today was my official end of summer vacation. It is always a sad day. And never any fun. Boring workshops all day. Sitting in the cafeteria in meetings for most of the day. Yuck.

These last few weeks in Arkansas have been so hot. I think that July went in the books as the hottest on record. 

Now, maybe it seems as though I'm rambling, but I do have a point. Back to school and record breaking heat do have a connection. And it is that connection which caused me to find so much enjoyment in finally arriving home this evening.

You see, during the summer I spend much of my time in a sports bra. About the only time I put on a real bra is for church or going out to eat - some special occasion. And for years now I have worn spanx type tank tops over the bra to gain some control over the giggle. But honestly, it has been so hot that I have foregone the spanx. Yep, for the last few weeks in hopes of catching even a small breeze, I have let the jelly rolls and love handles breathe. Who can worry about containing giggle when it's over 100.

But today. Today I had to go back to work. Which meant a real bra and a layer of "suck-it-in" under my shirt - like a Southern Belle tied in her corset. I would not have made a good Southern Belle. I couldn't wait to get home tonight and unleash the beast.


Not very genteel. Not very refined. But oh so comfy. Ahhhhh!