Tis the season!!

No, not Thanksgiving or Christmas season...I am talking about HUNTING season. My favortite season of the year. Why you ask? Because it is the season where my husband leaves the house and I get to get on the computer for a whole day. As you know I am not "allowed" to get online except to do my classes with the University of Phoenix. No surfing, no posting to the groups I belong to, no chatting, just classes. The husband just can't handle me on the computer. But one week out of the month I can count on him leaving very early in the morning and not returning until lunch time. So, tis the season for me to enjoy hunting. My husband has such painful times when he just gets out of the bed to go to the restroom or get something to eat. That is the only times he gets out of bed unless he has to pick up the grandchildren. Other than those times you can count on him being in the bed. The rheumatoid arthitis is getting worse. (I am thinking the inactivity is what is making it worse, but that is just my opinion) But, the man is going to try to hunt today. I watched as he got his stuff together this morning and heard the moans and groans of pain. He could barely carry his gun to the truck. He is not sure he can even lift the gun shoulder high to shoot it. And then if he gets a deer he is not so sure he will be able to drag it to the truck. But he went anyway. This is his time of year. This is when he feels excited. If he can't hunt then the depression will set in and well, we just can't have that happen. He has been sober for 3 weeks now and attended all of the church services in that time period. We must continue to hold him up in prayer so that he will be able to resist the temptations of the bottle. I am very happy that he did not get a bottle for this hunt. You see he has always bought a bottle for his hunting trips. He would be the only person who would get a DWH, drunk while hunting, fine. Anyway, I truly believe in him today. He is just going for the hunt and not for the buzz...The only thing that will bring him home early is two things - one, if he shoots a buck early in the day or two, if the cold weather is just too much for him to handle and the pain is too much. So, today is my day to enjoy hunting season.

I watched him last night prepare for today's hunt. There is the cleaning of the gun. And the washing of the hunting gear. Must not wash it with any smelly detergents or even use a dryer sheet. Can't be smelling pretty out there. Will scare off the deer. And he has to be sure all of his camoflauge is just right for the weather. Oh, he has different colors and styles of leaves on the coats and pants and shirt, etc. And let's not forget the orange hat and vest. That is for protection from all of the other crazy hunters out there. And many other preparation procedures. Oh, and I had to be sure to get his canned vienna sausages and crackers and two bottles of pop. See, you can't carry too much excess baggage. Just the basics on food because there is so much other stuff like ammo and such. But he gets hungry and so that is what he takes. Not too much noise and easily opened. Well, that was all done ahead of time so he could get up and get dressed this morning and head out. He would sleep in his hunting gear if it wasn't so much stuff to wear. He reminds me of a child preparing to go to Disneyland. They get everything ready the night before and can't sleep due to the anticipation. I tell ya it is a big deal for him and his friends. They get on the phone and discuss the right place to park and the right place to sit and where to put a tree stand and whatever else. Pretty boring conversations to me, but the whole time he is talking to his friends I am thinking to myself how I get to get on the computer when he leaves.

Now, I go through the same anticipation that he does. I get all excited because I want to write so many posts and well, just spend some overdue quality time on the computer. I was lying there this morning thinking of all of the things I want to write in this blog. Thinking of how I wish I could write in it daily or at least weekly. But as it is looks like I am doing a monthly blog instead. But, I think of entries all the time. I am like my husband is when he prepares for the one week of hunting season. Oh, how I get excited when I know I am going to be able to have a little free time on the computer without worrying about the husband finding out. I feel like a wife having an affair on her husband via the computer. But this is not a man I am chatting with planning to meet and whatever. It has never been that. I am faithful to my husband even on the computer. What I do on the computer is really innocent but he just doesn't understand. Too jealous to even try to check out all of the things a computer can do. Oh, the excitement of the hunt. I can go into a search and spend forever in one on any particular subject. I just love the wealth of information I discover every time I click on the search engine. Truly the excitement I feel over being able to post an entry today is just like when he shoots a deer (poor bambi).

You surely know the feeling too. It is liken to getting a new journal. The anticipation of opening it up and being able to write in it. Oh, the preparation I go through when I have a new journal. What color pen should I use? Should I use a gel pen or marker? Will it bleed through? What name should I give this journal? Will I use it for daily entries with random thoughts in it? Or should I use it for one particular subject? Will it be one I share with my journal buddy or one that will just be for personal use only? Will I carry it with me in my bag so I can enter in it anytime or will I just leave it on the table for times I can get to it? Will it be neglected as some of my other companion journals have been? Or will this journal be the most important thing I carry with me so every opportunity I get I make an entry? The thoughts that I go through over a silly journal. But, for a veteran journaler there is no such thing as a silly journal. They are very important to my every day existence. I journal my prayers. I journal my daily agenda. I journal my buddy. I just journal something every day. If I do miss it is not that often, now that I am out of my depression again. I love to journal. It is a vital part of who I am. There are so many journals where it is just me and the Lord conversing. For years that was my only way of handling my life with an alcoholic. Now it is just my way of spending time with the Lord period.

I want so very much to be able to blog too. I know that it would be such an uplifting part to my day. I know that it would take my journaling experience to a whole new level. Maybe one day my husband will get over his jealousy and start understanding how important writing is to me. I have written for many, many years. I would be lost if I were ever restricted from writing and journaling and blogging ever again. I am limited as it is, but still can sneak times in. I will continue to write and journal and blog as long as the Good Lord allows me to. And I will continue to pray that my husband understands I am not being unfaithful to him. This computer is just an extension of my writing. Nothing to get defensive over. He would love the hunting he could do on the computer if only he would have a more open mind about it. But when one doesn't understand something it is hard to do that. He has no desire to understand and learn computers. Too sad that is for sure. But, it is not going to stop me from participating in modern technology.

I am tired now. Going to take a catnap. Then I am going to get back on the computer and check my emails. And POST to them too. And afterwards go to the library to print off things I find while I am surfing information. Oh the treasures I expect to find.