Shoveling, 14 Point Buck, Tools, and Holiday Cash

Today is errand day and yikes, lots of errands capping off a week of more physical activity than I can remember doing in a while.

My aching shoulder blade and upper arm muscles make it hard to lift my arms. Jeez. I need to start working out or working outside more!

  • Shoveling quickly because I was multitasking and hitting rock, totally draining the power from my motion? Check.
  • Processing 1/4 of a 14 point buck by myself the next day even though I didn't know what I was doing and my meat knife was dull? Check.

That last one was a very surreal experience for someone with serious vegan leanings.

Mom is still very much an omnivore leaning toward carnivore but CJ and I, not so much. We - CJ and I - would be just fine leaving the meat out of our diet completely (diary has been gone for a while since it hates us) but we do not throw out meat because - in my opinion - it is very disrespectful to the animal.

As in, it was killed to make food and if someone doesn't eat it, it's as if he/she died in vain.

In this case, we were given a large section of deer that did not fit in either of our refrigerators. Meaning that it would have gone bad before we had a chance to gift it (had Mom allowed that, as it was originally gifted to her). If I had not processed it, it would have gone to waste - as if his life had been worth nothing.

That left me torn between not wanting to touch a dead body (it's a weird phobia I picked up from horror movies and my time working at a Jewish seminary) and knowing I would essentially be throwing a buck into the trash if I didn't hurry up and process him so he'd fit in the freezer.

After my internal debate and a verbal one with CJ, we said a prayer for him and I got to work processing Mr. Buck. Even though I didn't know what I was doing. Even though I was a bit queasy about all the blood and veins and ... oh my G-d, is that an alveolus?

Good L-rd! No wonder I'm not a vet!

With that, let's transition to something more pleasant: tools.

Although I love tech, I really drool over sweet pets, diesel trucks, and power tools. My current dream job is to be a contractor again. I've been thinking about looking for someone willing to take me under their wing (and is not related, for obvious reasons). ;)

Today's agenda includes a trip to the home supply store for a new drill and some new saw blades. Let's just hope that powerful seducer Mr. DeWalt doesn't sidetrack me from the ever affordable and still very dependable Mr. Black and Decker.

It seems that Mr. DeWalt is always trying to tempt me to walk away with an entire set of new power tools and extra battery packs. He's not shy about it either. Oh no. He poses just so, allowing me to rake my eyes over his entire body. Drooling. Yes, Mr. DeWalt, you are a hunky one but I have pledged to a relationship with Mr. Black and Decker.

Also have a whole bunch of errands, website updates, and stuff to pay today. At the rate my inflow is turning into an outflow, I'm starting to think I should have taken a Christmas job!

Oh well, time to get stuff together before the biggest blessing of my life (CJ) beats me to getting ready. He is certainly a chip off the ol' family tree: no patience. LOL

Just wanted to wish you a happy weekend in case I don't get back before No Tech Saturday!

Have fun, stay safe, and G-d bless,

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