A Discovery

My ex husband was a "hunter". I say that in quotations because he always said he liked to hunt, and talked about having guns handed down from his grandfather, but didn't actually do a lot of hunting.

The Boyfriend started out kind of the same way. It did seem that in his youth he did more hunting, and just didn't have quite as much time for it anymore. He also had another big hobby to fill a lot of his time. The hobby that just so happened to bring us together. The reason we met.

Now that he doesn't have his car anymore, it seems things have shifted. He is now full-out hunter. I think it's a bit overboard. I'm not sure if it has anything to do with the new hunting craze coming to life with gigantic amounts of new Reality TV shows...

My whole life, I have never thought of hunting as "cool" or something I ever wanted to do. I think guns are dangerous and that way too many people have them, that shouldn't. This craze is beyond me. I did, live on a farm, and did know the life and death of many animals.

The other day I watched a video of a child, perhaps of 10 years old, and her father investigating a deer they shot. This child was literally vibrating with excitement. It then dawned on me, why all these years I have felt the way I do about hunting. The hunters close to me have disclosed that they take joy in hunting.

This child was so excited about killing something. The fact that they had shot and killed this deer.

Now, just wait a minute you may say. Killing is the natural thing we humans have done for hundreds of years. You would be completely right. I'm not saying that humans shouldn't kill things. I'm not against the death of animals for the sake of food, this is what we have done for hundreds of thousands of years to survive. It happens not only with our species but many, many others.

My problem is the fact that people take joy in killing. I don't think I will ever get that concept. I think that killing something for the sake of fun is disgusting and sadistic. I think now, that most people, hunt as a sport. I doubt that the majority of hunters are actually hunting for good reasons. I think that farmers have good reason to hunt the creatures that kill their livestock, and I think that there are a very few others that hunt solely to help feed their family (at least in the area I live in).

So there it is, my discovery of why all these years I have never liked hunting. One video made me realize this, after all this time. I'm pretty sure I've finally figured it out.

Recovering

This weekend I had a Halloween party. It was originally my friend Yandie's party, but she had to cancel due to obvious reasons. So it was weird that she wasn't there. I did visit her on Sunday in the hospital.

This weekend seemed surprisingly long. I get Saturday and Sunday off which has been absolutely glorious and I have felt I've used them all wisely! The party was Friday night, and I'd say a good 15 or so people showed in total. Not all at once, but most stayed a decent amount of time, some left earlier than others, some showed up late, but all in all it was a good night. I was definitely on the edge of complete and utter foggy intoxication.

I had a friend here for the weekend. Saturday was very much a hangover day. Unfortunately the "Kids Party" was from 1 - 3 and luckily not many RSVP'd and even less showed up. Some cleaning got done, mostly lying around being hungover. That evening a friend of mine had asked if we wanted to go out with her to the bar as they were doing a second weekend of Halloween festivities. So we went and did that, and my friend actually won a costume prize, so that was pretty cool. I opted not to drink, as I was still a little hung over from the night before. Seeing as I wasn't drinking, I might as well drive everyone.

Upon leaving the bar, my locks didn't want to work. I really thought we were screwed. I used a lighter to heat up the key a few times and luckily I was able to unlock the door. It's rained quite a bit here, and with temperatures dipping below the freezing mark I guess my locks are moist. I really wanted Jane to be away last week, but the beater hasn't had much love going for it and I'm not sure when it will be on the road.

On Sunday, we slept in again (time change yo). The Boyfriend and I worked on the beater and got the exhaust all welded up. Then the girls and I left for the big city to visit Andie, as The Boyfriend left to go deer hunting for two weeks with his family. I've heard of one small buck being shot so far.

The ride down seemed to take forever, trying to park seemed to take about the same. Finally after being parked and finding The Well Traveled One, we had some dinner. I had Thai mmmmmm I want more! We took the subway downtown, the girls were very interested in the trains and how things worked. It didn't take long before they were just like everyone else lol

Kids on the subway

I only visited about a half an hour with her before leaving. She seemed like she wanted to sleep. So we toured back to the subway and went back to the yorkdale mall where we found one store that was open so we wandered around a bit. I bought a book, and we left. One relieving stop on the way home, and that drive seemed much faster. Probably because I had company in the passenger seat to talk to.

Now today, among other things I have to do, I want to get this place back into order. The Boyfriend tidied up a lot on Saturday but there's still a lot to be done.