The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

'We are all a bunch of misfits, going through life, trying to exist together in some sort of harmony.' I have revisited my book after watching Love Song for Bobby Long- Inspired By the novel The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers. A funny coincidence considering the events of the weekend.
We spent another fun Fall weekend with the Weichel's at their cabin near Luddington. Unfortunately it is hunting season and that was the point of the trip for the boys. Being the sophisticated and cultured young lady that I am (ahem, well try to be), I did not find the idea of hunting desirable whatsoever for the following reasons:
1. It is cold
2. You have to sit in a tree by yourself for many consecutive hours
C. If you actually see a deer run by you have to hope that you puncture the poor creature through the lungs or heart after which he will run a few hundred feet with an arrow in his side and then drop to his death.
4. If you are successful in puncturing the poor creature that has ran to his morbid death, you
then proceed to cut out its entire insides and guts front to back. DISGUSTING
E. You have to humiliate the deceased by driving with him flapping on the top of your car with
out having had any choice in this situation whatsoever. What if he would have liked to be
wearing his 4 point antlers instead of the modest 2 point. Tragic Misfortune.
6. I think My point is clear.

I am glad my husband doesn't like this ridiculous pastime...
Other than this we had SO much fun! We hung out in the "hunting lodge" that the boys built out in the garage. I am really starting to get in touch with my hillbilly roots.