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(5:32AM) I've never been much for titles, and if I've said that before in this series of entries I'm probably just having a deja vu moment, but like gas, it'll pass. I'm still trying to adjust my mindset to summer's exit, and I was just starting to get to where I was liking it, well, as best as I could. Now the days are getting shorter, and because of that when the deer make their way into my backyard in the evening they are nothing more than dark silhouettes, which takes the fun out of it. I don't know if I'd call it fun as much as I'd call it wonder. I've always had a thing for nature, even when I was a kid. Some people look at a deer and see a steak. I look at a deer and see something innocent and beautiful, and last year around this time I saw one in my headlights, which is why my pickup is still parked in the driveway with a mangled front end. It's probably time for me to call the guys at the local junkyard to come and take it away.

As I left this place yesterday I decided I'd stop by the farm and home store to pick up on another bag of shelled corn for the bambies giving little thought to what the wife would say, because I already knew she'd say something. It's just her way. While there I grabbed a couple of Hershey bars, but not for me. My daughter has been going through some changes over the last couple of weeks that has had her pretty distraught, so I thought that maybe a candy bar from dad might help lighten things up a little. I also bought one for the wife, but I knew that wasn't going to lighten up anything. Let's just say it was a nice gesture on my part.

Getting home I saw that the house was dark. I knew that the wife had the day off, so even though I had worked a couple of hours over, I was thinking that she would probably be home by the time I got there if she had gone out to do some shopping, but such was not the case. I went ahead and put some corn out for the deer knowing that they would probably be showing up within the hour, and then I went in the house to chill out a little bit before the wife and daughter showed up from their excursion. Since I was alone it was a good opportunity to bring out the Jim Beam bottle from its seclusion and grab a shot or two just to mellow out with. My wife knows about the bottle of Rebel Yell I have on the kitchen counter, but she doesn't know about Jim. It's my way of giving the appearance that I'm not hitting the bottle all that hard, or at least in a way that she would frown upon, but she'd frown on it even if I never opened the bottle. I'll experiment with that one day, and get back with you, the reader, with the results of my findings, not that they really matter all that much.

It was starting to get on the dark side as I looked out in the back yard, and I noticed by that time that the usual doe and her twins had arrived to snack on what I had left out for them. The mother alerted to something and started to run down to the back acreage, which was a sign to me that the wife had come home. She had done some shopping, as I had suspected, so I went outside to help carry in the consumables. My daughter had gotten a new pair of glasses, and she was having fun getting adjusted to those after having worn contacts for the last year or so. I've never worn contact lenses, so I don't know how it feels to stick your fingers in your eyes several times a day. I guess my daughter's contacts were bothering her, and that's why she switched to regular framed glasses.

Once we'd put everything away we exchanged notes on the happenings of the day. I told the wife about my purchase, and I heard what I expected to hear. My daughter was happy about me getting her a Hershey's bar, but the wife wasn't too keen on me paying a buck and a half for each one. At the time I wasn't really thinking about the money element so much. In my mind I was hoping that it was the thought that would count, but of course, I knew better. I had thought that my wife had taken my daughter to the walk-in clinic to get checked for why she was feeling the way she had been, but she didn't. I guess she had a talk with her earlier in the day and found out that a lot of the reason she was feeling the way she was was due to self-induced stress over her upcoming wedding that she hadn't even set a date on. Along with that she was having some issues at work that we were not aware of, but after she told my wife about them they weren't really all that much to get stressed about. It was more a matter of adjustment than anything else. But I can understand such things and how they can weigh on a person. I've been in similar circumstances myself.

After that brief exchange we went about supper the cheap and dirty way. I had left over Chinese food, and I think my wife and daughter had some kind of tv dinner things, but I'm not sure. I have to work on taking note of those things in the future if I'm going to try to recount them in my verbal drivel. My wife and daughter had to watch Dancing With The Stars, and I had to endure it until I decided to hit the sack. I poured myself a shot of Rebel, and the wife had to make a subtle comment about that. I wonder what she would have said if I'd poured two or three more, but such is the way it is. Shortly after that I called it a night for lack of a better word, and now I get to do it all over again on a different day, and isn't that special? In all fairness to this bourbon thing, I'll probably dispense with it after this week is over with, not because I think I'll develop a drinking problem or anything like that, but because there's probably something better I could be doing with my time and resources that won't have the wife giving me grief and static every time I do it. Still, I wonder if I shouldn't keep a secret stash for medicinal purposes, and I think I'm gone now.