LESSON 7<\/p>\n
EXERCISE 1 (Part 1)
\nMake an updated list of the most important events you’ll be writing about.
\n1)\t The 2nd day and the deer hunt.
\n2)\t Anniversaries
\n3)\tThe day I cooked liver and onions
\n4)\t) walk in the meadow seeing the huge bear.
\n5)\tDick tells me that we don\u2019t have enough gas to take the boat to the end of the lake.
\n6)\tSeeing the swans land on the lake.
\n7)\tDeer meat hanging on the four eves and Dick firing the gun to scar off a grizzly bear
\n8)\tMe in the out house and I hear a bear, coming to take the venison.
\n9)\t Fur Rendezvous Ball.<\/p>\n
The 2nd day and the deer hunt.
\nI hear Dick\u2019s feet hit the floor as he jumps from his bunk.
\nHe scrambles into his pants and shirt and runs out into the early morning darkness to the out house. He is a lot tougher than me.
\nAs a young boy growing up in the orphanage at Holy Cross, he and the other boys would run out in the pitch dark, barefoot, to the outhouse in 50 below zero.
\nI am not about to run out there without my boots. The only clothing I took off last night was my boots, coat, hat and gloves— which didn\u2019t take me long to figure out that I needed my hat to keep my head warm— and mittens to keep my fingers warm. I couldn\u2019t sleep with my head inside the sleeping bag zipped up over my head. So I put my hat on and stuck my nose out for air—much better.
\nOuch! \u00bfwhy are my hips so sore? Oh, this bed feels like a brick. It\u2019s been a short night, too much thinking.
\nAnxious thoughts swarm my mind. Can I do this?
\n I could speak to my sponsor, Martha, back in Anchorage. When feeling overwhelmed, I can call her, and she always helps me to work out what ever is troubling me, but there is no phone. Her last words to me was, \u201cstay in the moment, pay attention and God will let you know what to do next.
\nWell\u2026that is how I got this hunting trip going.
\n\u201cWhat time is it?\u201dI ask in my grumpy voice.
\n\u201c5:AM. Time to be up and on the hunting trail.\u201d He answered in a chipper voice.
\nOh my God NO! NO! NO! I just want my bed at home and more sleep.
\nDick lights the heater heater and cook burner and gets the coffee cooking. While he is lacing up his boots, he said,
\n\u201cStay in your sleeping bag until the room gets a little warm.\u201d
\nWell\u2026 now I just feel like a sissy.
\n\u201cOh, smile that coffee boiling. An aroma from heaven! And exactly what I need\u201d
\n\u201cHow can you stand to go out in the cold barefoot?\u201d
\n\u201cRemember, back in the orphanage, us boys would run out in 50 below zero weather, barefoot as a jack rabbit, then we would run back in and shiver around the big wood stove.\u201d
\nI wish we had a Wood stove.
\n\u201cIt\u2019s a wonder that you didn\u2019t catch your death.\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s what made us tough.\u201d
\n \u201cThe coffee will be ready in just a couple more minutes.\u201d In his chipper voice.
\nJust like ole times, thanks God. YES! I can do this.
\n\u201cHere\u2019s your cup, now stay in your bag to drink it, until the room heats up a bit more..\u201d
\nThe heater is on the floor below my bunk.
\nThe room didn\u2019t warn up last night, I got warm by hovering over the heater But I am forever beholding to the nice man who left us the heater. I must remember to keep my critical thoughts to my self.
\n\u201cOK, here\u2019s the check list, lunch, trail mix, energy bar, candy bars, and the thermos of hot coffee, guns, and ammo. \u00bfAre you ready to hit the trail?\u201d
\nHe is one happy camper; this is more like the husband I married.
\n\u201cI will be soon.\u201d
\nOK girl, this is what you ordered.
\nI jump up, put on my boots and coat, and headed to the outhouse, and brush my teeth.
\nDick turned off the heater, we had only used it thirty-minutes of fuel.
\n\u201cHere\u2019s you gun and ammo, you have three bullets in the magazine, and here are three for your pocket. \u00a1OK, we are out of here!\u201d
\n\u201cIt sure is dark and cold out here.\u201d
\n\u201cIt will be daylight soon, and there is not a cloud in the shy. When we start walking, we\u2019ll warm up\u201d Dick said cheerfully.
\nAt that moment I didn\u2019t feel a whole lot of excitement about shooting a deer.
\nWe settled in the boat and the small five-horse motor begin to hum with the second pull of the engine cord, Dick is running the motor at a constant speed, which makes a smooth sound.
\nAbout half way across the lake, Dick points out where we\u2019ll be hunting. We are quiet until we reached the other shore. It\u2019s just too cold for chit chat. I am in my thoughts and he in his. My thoughts drift to my normal mode of transformation, the beautiful plush Brougham Fleetwood Cadillac, back at the Anchorage Airport.
\nDick glides the boat upon the shoreline, and ties it to a small willow. I hand him our guns, the binoculars, and backpack. With a big grin, he reaches for my hand to help me out of the boat.
\nI double check to make sure the boat is securely tied.
\nGod help us should the boat not be here when we return. I can\u2019t hold the thought in my mind of what it would be like if the boat gets away while we\u2019re hunting—- since there are no phones, ham radios— no communications with the outside world in this place. This thought has never crossed my mind on other hunts, but this time, is a little different.
\nDick has the backpacks with all the goodies, binoculars, his seven mm rifle, the ammo case on his belt, and three extra bullets in his right pocket, just incase a limb plunks off the case or he should need a bullet in a hurry. I have my Remington 350 and ammo, just incase we run into a big brown bear, I seem to have a need to do a check list in my head.
\nFrom here our only communication will be eye and hand motion. It\u2019s now 6:30 and we can barley see the ground. Every few very soft steps, we stop to listen for any movement, the rustle of dry leaves, twigs snapping. We are also looking for fresh bear signs.
\nWe have been walking up the lower slopes of the mountain for about an hour, which is helping my feet to feel warmer.
\nDick removes his glove and bends down and touches the ground, He motions for me to take off my glove and touch the ground. The ground is toasty warm.
\nHe whispers, \u201cA deer was just sleeping here.\u201d
\n\u00a1I form the words with my lips, \u201cThis is so awesome!\u201d
\nI just wanted to hang out in his bed. \u00bfI wondered, what it would be like to sleep with a deer? That bed is definitely warmer than my bed!
\nWe walk on slowly, stopping to listen. Now we are in day break, there is enough light to use the binoculars. I check my watch, it\u2019s 8:30.
\nAll at once we hear a loud snap of a trig close by, I\u2019m about six feet behind Dick, he turns to me, eyes wide open as he slides the rifle off his shoulder, his left hand goes up with his finger over his lips. I am already stopped in my tracks. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. If \u2018it\u2019s a bear, we are definitely too close for our own good. I carefully slip my gun off my shoulder and quiet as possible place my hand on the bolt, ready to pop a bullet in the chamber, that action would make too much noise, so I wait until I need to shoot.
\nDick is about six steps ahead of me, he gingerly, and very quietly back steps toward me, and turns to face me. Without a word he reaches for my gun and hand me his gun. My gun is the bear gun and he is a much better shot than I. we each turn our heads side to side watching the area behind each other, without having to move our bodies.
\nThe sound came from a thick patch of willows above us. Kodiak grizzly bears can weight up to fifteen hundred pounds and stand ten feet tall, and we are in bear country.
\nMy face feels hot, must be from my heart beating so fast. \u00a1Oh my God, what do we do!?<\/p>\n
After about twenty-minutes of standing still as statues and listing for more movement, or snorting, the only thing I heard was my heart beating hard and fast in my ear, Dick whispers,\u201d I think it was a deer, let\u2019s move on.\u201d
\n\u201cShouldn\u2019t we make some noise?\u201d
\n\u201cNo, we\u2019ll just scar off the deer.\u201d
\n\u201cWait, I need to unzip my coat.\u201d
\n I decided to stay on his heels and keep the gun in my hands ready to fire.
\nA few steps later. Dick stops dead in his tracks, and I bump into him. He points ahead of us, Low and behold, no more than fifty yards in front of us stands the most beautiful Buck with a huge rack. Dick whispers, \u201cthis is as good as it gets, and you get the first one.\u201d
\nI have the deer gun, so I stand with the rifle on my shoulder, scope to my right eye, pointed at the deer.
\n\u201cOK, put the bullet behind his ear.\u201d
\nEarlier, just a mile back, where I felt the heat from his body, and pondered what it would be like to share his body heat, and now I am going to put a bullet behind his hear. I can\u2019t do this.
\nDick is standing behind me whispering in my ear, \u201cShoot! Shoot! You have a perfect shot!\u201d
\nI move my foot a little and the deer walks. I turn to Dick, \u201cI\u2019m sorry my fingers are just too cold to pull the trigger,\u201d I lied.
\nFifteen minutes later we come across the same buck. I hand him the 7MM and whisper, \u201cyou shoot him!\u201d
\nWe exchange guns and Dick fires one shot and the Buck is down. With a big grin he said, \u201cOK, lets go get him.\u201d
\n he\u2019s practically in a run, I\u2019m not about to be left behind, so I run to keep up. We \u2018re both out of shape and when we reach the buck, lying next to a patch of small willows,. Dick takes a minute to catch his breath before saying, \u201che is one big buck and look at that rack!… but I wanted you to bag him.\u201d
\n\u201cIt\u2019s ok, I really don\u2019t want to shoot a deer, this hunt is for you, I just want to hang out with you\u2026 and not get eaten by a bear.\u201d
\n He is one happy camper, just like his old self. Now I know why I\u2019m here. Thanks God.
\nDick takes off his back pack and coat, as he reaches for his butchering knife, I don\u2019t like this part of hunting, so I walk up the hill , but not out of sigh, with the binoculars to watch for bears.
\nThere\u2019s a big bolder being warmed by this amazing sun, I throw my coat over it and have a seat.
\nMan! what a morning! Started out freezing, scarred out of my wits, overheated, and filled with joy for Dick.
\nReminds me of something my sponsor said to me the day before we left Anchorage.
\n\u201cThere is one thing for sure you can count on, that\u2019s change.\u201d\u201c Well\u2026 she is right about that.
\nDick has his back to me, and is butchering away on that poor deer, but I can\u2019t help being happy for Dick. I\u2019m sure that he is taking special care of the liver. With the first deer kill we always have saut\u00e9ed onions, liver with boiled potatoes for dinner. Oh No! I forgot to put the oniums and potatoes in the ice chest. It has always been my job to pack the fresh food. However will I tell him? Looks like I left some of my I\u2019s un doted and t\u2019s un crossed.
\n\u201cHay you over there in deep thought,\u201d
\n\u201cHuh! OH, I was just thinking about, (missing onions and potatoes,) how warm the sun feels on my back. Do you need me to do something?\u201d
\nYeap, you can get two zip lock bags, the paper towels, and bottle of water from the backpack, I\u2019m ready to pack up the liver and heart wash my hands.\u201d
\n\u201cSure, I\u2019ll be right there.\u201d
\n\u201cOh that feels better! Well\u2026 buck is ready for the big haul to the boat, but first let find a nice sunny place and have lunch and a hot cup of coffee before I start dragging that big buck to the boat.\u201d
\nHe said, big buck, with with pride in his voice. Thanks you God for bring us here.
\n\u201cI have the perfect place, see that big bolder up there and it\u2019s all warm from the sun.\u201d
\n\u201cPerfect, if there is a bear out there we\u2019ll be able to spot him\u201d
\n\u201cI was terrified when I heard that noise back there, my heart was beating so hard. I just knew that noise came from a big bear.\u201d
\n\u201cI was nervous too, I knew if it was a bear he was to close for comfort. I think it was the buck,\u201d Dick said.
\n\u201cHe sure is a big one.\u201d
\n \u201cWhere\u2019s lunch? I\u2019m hungry as a bear.\u201d
\n\u201cComing up, what did you pack? Oh, I found a spam sandwich on a sourdough roll.\u201d
\n\u201c and you\u2019ll find some sharp cheddar cheese to go with it.\u201d
\n\u201c I need you to take the top off the thermos.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dick takes a sip, \u201cOh yes, hot coffee, nothing like a spam sandwich and hot coffee in the woods.\u201d
\n\u201cCan you eat haft of my sandwich?\u201d
\n\u201cYou need to eat it, to keep your strength up, we have a long walk back to the boat.\u201d
\n\u201cI am stuffed, and you\u2019re the one doing all the work.\u201d
\n\u201cWell\u2026 if you insist.\u201d
\nWe set quiet for awhile, Dick is scoping the area.
\nI ask, \u201cdo you see any bears?\u201d
\n\u201cNo, just a lot of grass and big rocks and alter patches\u201d
\n\u201cDo you think that the bears are in their dens?\u201d
\n\u201c The pregnant females are probably denned up, but Kodiak bears get big because they spend less time hibernating . The bigger the bear, the fatter they need to be to carry them through their winter sleep. To answer your question, with the warm weather, I\u2019m pretty sure that there are bears roaming around,\u201d
\n\u201cWell\u2026 that\u2019s a scary thought.\u201d
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll be fine, no need to worry, just enjoy the great outdoors.\u201d
\nDick pulls his knees up, props his elbows on his knees, and resumes scoping the area.
\nI feel an inner peace, like I haven\u2019t felt for a long time. I don\u2019t feel the negative energy in Dick that I felt yesterday, and I have forgotten how cold it was last night and early this morning.
\n\u201cIsn\u2019t the sun so amazing? How can it be so cold at night and so warm during the day?\u201d
\nDick turns his cup up for the last swallow of coffee, hooks the binoculars around his neck and said,\u201d we better get moving to the boat. I have to quarter, skin and hang buck before night- fall.\u201d
\nHow far do you think we are from the boat?\u201d
\n\u201cMy guess is about two miles, maybe three.\u201d
\n\u201cCan you handle the backpack? The liver and heart is in there, and that\u2019s going to be our dinner tonight.\u201d He said with a big grin.
\nMy stomach goes into a knot. How do I tell him that there are no onions and potatoes.
\n With a few tears I blurt out, \u201c I am so sorry! \u00a1I forgot the potatoes and onions!
\nBy this time I am really playing it up. Men don\u2019t like to see women cry and especially southern gals.
\nHe just looks at me with another grin and says, \u201cI saw them on the counter and tossed them in the ice chest.\u201d
\n\u201cFor real!? \u00a1Oh thank you God!\u201d He came back with,
\n\u201cNo it was me who tossed them in.\u201d
\n\u201cOh! You know what I mean.\u201d
\nI can\u2019t believe the change in both of us. We are right where we are supposed to be.
\n\u201cOK, can you manage both guns?\u201d
\n\u201cYes, and I can carry our coats, it\u2019s to hot to wear them.\u201d
\n\u201cHow much do you finger he weighs?\u201d
\n\u201cOh, my guess is about one hundred and twenty pounds.
\nI left the fur on so it will be easier for me to drag him over the grass.\u201d
\nThe grass is thick, about eighteen inches tall.
\nI have tied my coat around my waist.
\n Dick picks up the back pack and said,
\n\u201cLet me help you strap this on, there you are all buckled up, now the guns, are these too heavy for you?\u201d
\n\u201cNo, they are find.\u201d
\n I have his coat over my right arm, quiet the load, but I am happy and so pleased with how our day is going. There will be no complaining coming from me.
\n\u00bfHe picks up the deer by his horns and said, OK, ready?\u201d
\nWe start our trek to the boat.
\nIt will surely be a strenuous job for Dick to drag that big buck to the boat.
\nThe thick grass makes the job easier to pull him along.
\n\u201cWhy are you dragging him by his horns?\u201d
\n\u201cIf I drag him by his hind feet, I would be going against his fur, I\u2019ll be pulling him against his hair and that would cause drag and damage the hair.\u201d
\n\u201cOh, I see.\u201d
\nDick drags him for fifteen to twenty minutes and we stops and rest. While we take breaks, Dick scopes the area for bear.
\nWith all this fresh venison, I\u2019m definitely paying attention, I feel like we are walking bear bate.
\n\u201cI see it!\u201d
\nDick stops abruptly and ask,
\n\u201cWhat do you see!?\u201d
\n\u201cThe boat, it\u2019s right where we left it!\u201d
\n\u00bfIn a quizzical tone, he ask me, \u201cWhy didn\u2019t you think it would be where we left it?\u201d
\n\u201cHuh\u2026. I was concerned that the little willow would break off and the boat would float away.\u201d
\nAnother lie. I was concerned that maybe he tied a careless knot.
\n\u201cBetty Jo, you worry too much, and I need a coffee break, and lets have our snickers bar before I load the boat.\u201d
\n\u201cSounds good to me I bet you are pooped!\u201d
\n \u201dA little, I just need to get my second wind. It\u2019s been a long time sense I\u2019ve done this kind of work.\u201d
\n \u201cCan you help me with the Pack and guns?\u201d
\n\u201cOh sure, I forgot that you are carrying all that stuff. I bet you sleep tonight.\u201d
\nWe laid our coats on the grass for seats.
\n\u201c Set down and let me pour us a hot cup of coffee.\u201d
\nDick ask, \u201cHey where is our snickers.?
\n\u201cOh I forgot about those.\u201d
\nWell, I gotta have my energy.\u201d
\nWe sat quiet for a while and just socked up the warm sun rays. All at once I noticed that I am feeling drowsy, the grass is much softer than my bed back in the cabin.
\nI\u2019m startled when Dick jumps up and said, \u201cThat was a good break, now it\u2019s time to get buck in the boat and across the lake. .\u201d
\nWith a big yawn I say, \u201cI feel like a nap\/\u201d
\n\u201cWell, you can nap while I butcher and hang buck, and I need to get done before dark.\u201d
\n\u201cDo you really think that we are all going to fit in the boat?\u201d
\n \u201cabsolutely\u201d
\n\u201cYou wait here while I pull the boat higher on the sand bar.\u201d
\nI don\u2019t see this working, but I don\u2019t say it out loud.
\nThe boat is nine feet long; between the inflated tubes is two and one half feet wide. As long as the air remains inside the tubes the boat is very safe. My biggest concern are those deer horns, and how we all will fit inside, and who would be left behind. I can\u2019t lift the deer out of the boat; I don\u2019t even know how to run the motor.
\nWell\u2026I have all the guns and it shouldn\u2019t take Dick too long to run the deer over to the cabin, dump him, and hurry back for me.
\n\u201cOK, I need you to set on the ground and dig your heels in the sand to keep you from sliding into the boat. Now grab the rope handles on the boat and don\u2019t let go , we don\u2019t want the meat to get wet.\u201d
\nDick is laboriously working to get the buck crossways over the tops of the tubes. I\u2019m hanging on to the ropes with gridded teeth all my might.
\nI yell out, \u201cStop! I need to take off my mittens, the ropes are pulling them off my hands.
\nOk I\u2019m ready.\u201d
\nHe needs help, the boat is sliding all over the sand and I\u2019m not strong enough to hold the boat in place, I certainly can\u2019t lift a hundred and twenty pound deer. deer.
\n I would throw the thing in the lake and forget it, but he is showing no frustration; how long does he plan to struggle with this thing? The most extraneous chore he does at work is carry a cup of coffee.
\n\u201cThere! I got him on, as he is huffing and puffing.<\/p>\n
\u201cOk, you get in and step over the deer and set on the back tube.\u201d
\nWell\u2026 to my amazement, forty- minutes later, we find room enough to fit us both inside.
\n he pushes me, the deer and boat back into the lake, and he jumps in, cranks up the motor, and points the boat in the direction of the cabin.
\nI yell over the deer, \u201dI am impressed! I don\u2019t know how you did that, I would have thrown him in the lake.\u201d
\n\u201cIt was pure tenaciousness!\u201d Dick said with a heavy breath.
\nWe look at each other, Dick has a big smile on his face and it magically puts a smile on mine.
\nYes life is good! Thank you God.
\nOn our boat ride back to the cabin, I blurt out, “I am so grateful for the sunshine! and the potatoes and onions!” and I get another bright eyed smile from him.
\nBack on the other side of the lake, we start the process over again. The job seems to go easer, maybe experience helps. Dick gets busy with the laborious job of skinning and quartering the deer.
\nI walk over to the cabin fetch my Journal, and find a grassy spot in the sun, to set and write about my morning. I spread out my coat and sat down on my little blue book., a good reminder, my sponsor Marcia had suggested that I bring it to draw strength from the daily readings. Today is November 3.
\nDetachment motivated by love can shield us from needless pain and set the stage for a truly rewarding relationship.
\nI can detach from the drink, not the drinker.
\nI am grateful to see happiness on Dicks face. Life is good, thank you God! Now I know for sure that this idea came from you. I promise to be on my good behavior and not complain anymore, and I feel closer to you God when I am not complaining and feeling sorry for myself.
\n Now I need to move my feet and put my coat on.
\nI feel warmer when I\u2019m moving around.<\/p>\n
Lets see what time is it? 1:30: wow! Our day is almost over, and I have to cook dinner. <\/p>\n
I find him hanging each quarter on the four eaves of the cabin. “There!” he said, pleased with himself, \u201cthat the job is done\u2026
\n\u201cWhile we have sun I think I\u2019ll take advantage of the lake, and get the deer washed off of me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you going to take a bath in the lake!?\u201d
\n\u201cNo No, just wash my face, arms and hands, I\u2019m not that tough anymore\u201d
\n\u201cWould you bring be the bath soap and a hand towel?\u201d
\n\u201csure\u201d
\nWe walked around the upper edge of the lake looking for any ice that might be forming. It\u2019s the same as when we arrived yesterday. Of course, this is only our second day and the cold front has\u2019t yet arrived.
\nDick looked so tired, I thought the least I could do is cook the liver and onions.
\n\u201cHow about some liver and onions?\u201d
\n\u201cLets have them tomorrow, we\u2019ll be hanging out in in camp all day, this has been a full day for both of us.\u201d
\n\u201cHey, that suits me just find.\u201d
\n\u201cHow about some chicken noodle soup with cheese and crackers?\u201d Dick suggest.
\n\u201cThat sounds perfect.\u201d \u201cJust boil three cups of water, stir and eat\u201d.
\nIt is 2:30 and the sun is just above the mountain, within an hour it well be out ofsite dropping lower in the west. Soon it will be dark.
\nI take our dishes down to the lake to wash them in the sandy water. As I slip my long red acrylic nails into the water, Oh Burr, \u00a1this water is so cold! I need some rubber gloves.
\nAs I\u2019m walking back to the cabin, I hear a couple of gun shots coming from behind the cabin. When I get there I find Dick walking out behind the cabin, carrying the twenty-two pistol.
\n\u201cWhat are you shooting at?\u201d
\n\u201cThere was a brown bear about two hundred yard over there, he is pointing in the era where we had been hunting. I fired a couple of shot to scar him away.\u201d
\n\u201cIs he still over there?\u201d
\n\u201cNo he ran into that group of willows.\u201d
\n \u201cThis does not give me a good feeling. We have deer meat hanging on four corners of the cabin like Christmas lights. Hopefully, if he comes back our way, he will choose the deer meat for dinner rather than us.\u201d
\n\u201cHe will definitely choose venison over us.\u201d
\n \u201cThe sun is dropping out of sight, look at the sky behind the mountain, it has a purple glow, wonder what that means?\u201d
\n\u201c don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nWell, I\u2019m going inside before I get too cold to warm up.\u201d
\n \u201cI\u2019ll be in shortly.\u201d
\nA few minutes later Dick came in and lit the heater and turned on the burner to heat some water to brush our teeth and have cup of tea.
\n \u201cI sure do wish that we could bottle up the sun and bring it in the cabin.\u201d \u201cYes, that would be nice. \u201che added as he is pouring our tea.
\nWe sat on the lower bunk by the heater sipping our tea while clinging to our hot cups.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t like having my tea with another person in silence. so\u2026 as usual, I start the conversation.
\n\u201cWell, my biggest highlight was finding the warm deer bed, and not shooting buck\u2026and hearing you say you brought the potatoes and onions. I’m happy for you that you got the big buck, too. What were yours\u201d? \u201cOh, yes,\u201d I added, “I am so grateful for the warm sunshine. Maybe that is best of all. Hopefully, as long as we have sunshine, the lake won’t freeze up.\u201d
\nDick said, \u201cWell\u2026 of f course, getting a big buck, but I really wanted you to bag him. Not having to face a big bear this morning was definitely a high point.
\nLow point: having to drag that big buck about two miles to the boat. Another high point was getting the deer dressed out and having a place to hang the meat\u201d
\n Then he added with wide grin, \u201cgetting the deer on and off the boat, I couldn\u2019t have done it without your help.\u201d
\n \u201cWell, watching you maneuver him on and off the boat was really impressive. I wish I had had a movie camera.
\nBurr! I\u2019m ready for my sleeping bag, but first, I have to run out to the outhouse don\u2019t turn off the heater yet.\u201d
\nWhile pulling up my pants, I heard a bump, where is that bear!? he could be out side checking out the deer meat, I opened the outhouse door yelling, \u201c Dick! Dick! Dick! Ii hear that bear come out here!\u201d
\n \u201cBetty Jo there\u2019s no bear out hear.\u201d
\n \u201cWell there could have been, I heard something.\u201d
\n\u201c OK, lets go inside before you get to cold to sleep.\u201d
\nI found my booties and extra socks in my sleeping bag and laid them on top of the heater while I unlaced by boots.
\n \u201cThere! I am ready for bed.\u201d
\nDick turned off the heater, and we crawled into our sleeping bags. I found my journal under my pillow and made a note, heater on for thirty-five-minutes , five minutes over.
\n\u201cGood Night Dick\u201d
\n\u201cGood Night Betty Jo\u201d
\n It would have been nice to share a sleeping bag, but at this point in our relationship, there are neither goodnight kisses nor hugs nor snuggling. And just for today, that is how it is. Besides, we can\u2019t both fit in one mummy bag.
\nThank you God for the sunshine and for watching over us today, and helping Dick to feel happy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
LESSON 7 EXERCISE 1 (Part 1) Make an updated list of the most important events you’ll be writing about. 1) The 2nd day and the deer hunt. 2) Anniversaries 3) The day I cooked liver and onions 4) ) walk … Continue reading