What strange seasonal weather. As is typical the last few years, we didn’t have a white Christmas. It was more of a mucky-grey-and-brown Christmas, although there were flakes in the air. But now, here it is two days after Christmas and outside it’s a balmy 61F. We’re talking about a part of the country that regularly had snowstorms on Halloween when I was young. This is seriously weird.
It will be nice for the family, though, since the Mr., my dad, my brother, and assorted kidlets will be trekking off for points south to a cabin for a few days of rustic living and gunpowder. It would be more of a guys’ outing except that my goddaughter insists on going along. She’s a pretty good shot, from what I hear.
No one in my family hunts –we’re all too soft-hearted– but most of us shoot. Among the adults, my mom and SIL are the only exceptions. Now the kids are getting involved, and most of the focus for them is on gun safety and responsibility. They’re going to be around guns, that’s already an established fact, and they’re much less likely to misuse them or be stupid about them if they’re taught and supervised and given the information they need to have the proper respect for firearms.
The other bonus is that I’ll have a few days to myself, and I can eat what I want and leave the TV off if I want and play on the computer when I want for as long as I want. I still have to go back to work Monday, but I’m going to thoroughly enjoy tomorrow and Monday evening. And for that, I don’t care what the weather is.
