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In a Digital World~



It’s good to be back here at my WordPress post.  It’s been a couple of months since I’ve written anything here. Not since I’ve written anything  , PERIOD, as I can’t go a day without somehow sharing my thoughts to paper. Hubs was on vacay this last week, and we had a really awesome time together. We didn’t really go do a ton of stuff, in large part because he works so hard the rest of the time, that when he does get a week off, he just wants to rest!

While we were out riding around ( something people do for kicks here) , we saw a gorgeous rainbow. I mean,  a – Technicolor-you couldn’t have computer-generated-it – bright, rainbow. We have had a lot of rain here , with flooding , and so on, and that particular evening it drizzled while the sun was shining, in just the right way to produce that dazzling show.  I saw where some people had seen the rainbow , and taken pictures of course, and posted them to FaceBook. Which is awesome. I have nothing against FaceBook or taking pictures and posting them there, for sure.  But a funny thought occurred to me. These days it almost seems as if people feel compelled to think “If I don’t get a picture of that on FaceBook, folks will never believe it happened!!”  Well, I DIDN’T get a photograph , and I promise you, it really DID happen.  Hubs and I went out to eat a few times while the kids were gone to camp, and it just blew my mind how so many people have their phones out at the tables , just a ‘textin’ away, or doing whatever one does on those mini-computers that they tote.  It seems as if they are permanently attached to everyone’s hands these days.  No one even looks anyone else in the eye while they are eating, it’s “Shovel, shovel, thumbs ‘a’flyin’ , talking to the digital person when there’s a GENUINE , in the flesh person at the dinner table with them.  I am really NOT that old, (36) and I can remember when  you ate and made CONVERSATION. ( shock and horror, I know!)   🙂    And people made memories all the time . No one had an iPhone to capture them. So does that mean they didn’t really happen?  Of course not.  All this digital stuff is great , to a point.  But it’s just floating around in the ether somewhere.  We need to remember that the things that really matter are the PEOPLE, the memories themselves.  Something you will have long after that crazy , ball -and-chain-phone is a memory all its own.  🙂

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The Best Food of All~

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FaceBook’s an interesting place these days. It’s funny because you can start a conversation with just one sentence and 5 minutes later literally people from all over the world are joining in with their opinions on what got said. Here in Arkansas we just recently wrapped up deer season . We live in LA ( Lower Arkansas) 🙂 and hunting and fishing is a way of life for a large majority of people here. In my family it goes back so many generations it is even traced in our family’s surnames. My maiden name WAS DEER. My husband’s name is WOODS. So quite literally it is in our blood. When I was barely big enough to walk my Daddy would put me in a sleeping bag and tote me into the woods, , prop me up against a tree, and let me sleep while he waited for the deer or squirrel to come by. I didn’t realize at the time , we didn’t just do this for fun, we ate wild meat like rabbit, deer, squirrel, because it was cheap, and we were not just the richest people in the world. The funny thing is we ate so well we never noticed. But back to FaceBook. We got into a conversation about the “RIGHT” way to prepare deer meat. Practically everyone said you must, you just simply MUST skin and soak the deer meat in ice and salt water for several days before pounding it tender and thin and cooking it. Well, my husband , myself and my family had NEVER heard of such a thing! My husband can clean and skin a deer faster than just about any person I’ve ever seen . He makes those fellas in the butcher shops look like amateurs, lol. But he’s had lots of practice. When he gets a deer and hangs it to butcher , he skins it, and quarters up the tenderloins . Then I’m cutting it up in the kitchen , pounding it flat, salting and peppering it, putting a little flour on it, and frying it thin and crispy . Pour a little milk, flour, and salt back in the pan, and stir. Making the thickest creamiest white gravy you ‘ve ever seen. Just the way my Daddy used to do it. So not only does it taste out of this world, to eat it reminds me of sitting next to that old oak in my sleeping bag, waiting for Daddy to say, “I got one. We can go now.” So many memories. Food for thought. Food for the body. Food for my soul.