Sunday in the Kitchen and a Full Beaver Moon

We have a ritual on Sundays where Hubs will go get the Sunday paper at the store and bring home bagels sometimes.  I cook a big breakfast and we read the paper--he still insists on reading a Sunday newspaper.  So there I am making bacon and he says to me:

Hubs: Didn't you once tell me about that blogger who lives on a ranch somewhere out west?

Me: thinking to myself that he could be a little more specific said "Um, what?"

Hubs: With red hair?  Ree?  She is on the cover of the Parade Magazine.

Me: Oh yeah, a cattle ranch and now she has a food show but I swear her recipes are nothing different than what I cook all the time for you guys.  But you know what I like about her?  Her beauty she once had is fading away, like me.  Her jaw and neck is soft and she hasn't changed her face with surgery.

Hubs: Not yet any way.

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......Not the answer I would have liked.


I made one of my night time trips to the grocery store tonight.  On the way back home I was driving a little slower than normal.  I was deep in thought of what to write in my blog today, and wanting to mention the Full Beaver Moon and all the nature in our 'hood with hawks and foxes and deer.  

Then a deer leaped from the right side of the road, ran in front of my car, for a second, so fast, and so close I could see all the markings in its fur, just a few inches from the hood of my car, and it disappeared to my left.  It scared me so bad I almost pulled over.  If my husband was home when I pulled in our driveway a few minutes later I would have cried when I told him.  But he was out doing driving practice with Middle Son.

Sometimes I feel sad, but sometimes when I miss hitting a doe which would have flipped on top of my car hood had I hit it, I feel very lucky.