Happy Thanksgiving everyone. Regardless of religion, creed, color, race or sex, we all should find something to give thanks for.
All year long our lives are filled with something to do. Whether it is working, shopping… whatever it may be, we do not always spend the time we should with family. Thanksgiving should be a time we visit with family, talk, share stories, and learn from our parents and grandparents.
My grandparents and great grandparents had so much knowledge that was not passed down. What was it like when they were growing up? My great grandmother lived through the depression, two world wars, and two major conflicts. What was it like to see the world change that much? What was it like to go from kerosene lanterns to putting a man on the moon?
Why do we miss the past so much? Why do we look back and say “those were good times”, even if the times were not “that” great?
I grew up in a little town in southeast Texas called Bridge City. My parents moved to Bridge City sometime around 1976. After I graduated high school I got married and bought a home.
Fast forward 14 years, my wife and I divorced and I moved to the Conroe / Montgomery area for a few years.
In 2003 my new wife and I moved back the Bridge City area.
After I finished high school I went to work for a welding shop. Between 1986 – 1999 and 2003 – 2004 I collected around 15 years experience in the fabrication of ASME certified pressure vessels and heat exchangers.
During that 15 years I learned a lot (not all) of the welding shops in southeast Texas take joy in paying low wages and exploiting workers. The low pay was one reason why I had to leave the Bridge City area. To those fab shop owners that get some kind of sick kick out of exploiting their employees, screw you. There is a special place in hell for greedy bastards like you.
Even with 15 years experience working in various welding shops for around 15 years, the wage I was earning did not allow my wife and I to buy a home. The home prices were so inflated that the average middle income wage earner could not afford to buy. In the end the lack of decent wages and bloated housing market drove my wife and I out of the Bridge City area.
Time never ceases to amaze me, and how fast it can slip by. Unlike a car that goes flying down the road that gets the attention of those that see it, time is rarely noticed. Its something that we look back on an say “it seems like only yesterday that such and such happened.”
For some reason, this morning I was thinking of going hunting with my kids. Since its April, deer season is closed. Its not that I wanted to take my kids hunting “right now”, but rather the memories we built while hunting. Like the time that my oldest son shot at a deer, my daughter and I heard the shot on the stand that we were on. It was a cool night, my daughter was wearing a jacket with a hood. When the hood was pulled over her head, the curls of her hair rolled out past the edges of the hood.
Like the time my second son got a bobcat while sitting in the stand with his uncle, my brother.
Like the time my second son and I got a doe. He found the blood trail and did most of the work finding the deer.
Like last year when my youngest son got his 8 point, that was a good night.
But its amazing how fast time slips through our fingers, like sand. Before you know it, the sand is gone. How precious is life that we should waste a second of it, lest we look back in regret. I have lots of regrets in life, and the main one is wasting time. Time that will never be replaced, or returned. Time is not like a tool, that when borrowed can be returned, or rebought.
There was so much that I wanted to do last weekend, and the time just slipped by.
How about a video from the 2010 – 2011 hunting season.
And how about another video from May 2008 with my kids and I went on a camping trip.
Good Friday is here, finally. This means that we get a three day weekend – well, most of us anyway. My wife and I are both off for Good Friday, by my step-daughter has to work.
Last weekend my 2 youngest kids and I were talking them coming back to my house for Easter, but it looks like that is not going to happen. My daughter has plans, and my son wants to go visit his brother, my other son.
So what is on the schedule for Good Friday? Not much of anything.
My wife is going to wal-mart to pick up some stuff. I asked her to pick up a motor flusher for my boat. The motor has not been cranked in a few weeks and it needs to be ran. Some people might use a trash can, but I do not want to deal with the can, so a set of flushers it is.
These are the kinds of weekends I hate. “Hate” is a strong word and I don’t like to use it very often, but I think its a good term for weekends like this. So the question is, why did I “hate” this weekend? Because my kids had to go back to their moms house. Their bedrooms are dark, the computers and TVs are off, waiting on my son and daughter to return. When I look into their rooms, the silence is almost deafening – I miss and love them more then words can describe.
My son and his girlfriend are going to some kind of pageant in a couple of weeks. This is not your usual beauty pageant, as my son has to escort his girlfriend. So my son and his girlfriend had to go pick out a tux for the pageant on Saturday.
Saturday was also baby-sitting day. My step-daughter and her friends wanted to go ride their 4-wheelers, so we watched her kids for the evening. My daughter and I were also supposed to watch the remake of “Nightmare on Elm street” Saturday night, but we were baby sitting instead. My step-daughter showed up around 10:45pm or so to get her kids, and by that time it was too late for my daughter and I to watch our movies.
Sunday rolls around, its drizzling rain outside, but not too cold. I get up before the kids, get my breakfast of sausage, egg and cheese croissant and a banana. My daughter got up, and I helped fix her a breakfast of croissant and a sliced golden apple. A couple of hours after eating breakfast, checking emails, playing left 4 dead, and my daughter having time to check on all of her stuff, we finally got to sit down and watch the remake of Nightmare on Elm Street. As an encore, we watched RED staring Bruce Willis, Mary-Louise Parker, Morgan Freeman, John Malkovich, Helen Mirren and Karl Urban.
With the summer heat starting to break just a little bit – the past couple of days have been around 91, 92 or 93 degrees, a couple of weeks ago day time temps were in the 97, 98 and 99 range – its time to start looking for deer season.
My daughter and I just got finished eating breakfast, and I’am getting the truck loaded up. Over the past few days I charged 5 or 6 – 6 volt batteries for the feeders. When we leave home, we are going to go by Tractor supply in Jasper, Texas and pick up something like 12 bags of deer corn. We have 6 feeders to check on, and I’am figuring 2 – 50 pound bags just to get the feeders started.
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