Rain today...though I had some inside work...that ole Dollar Bay home. Get that done and stop to see this other previous customer who wants some windows. They'd called left a message I retrieve it at lunch sitting in the truck eating a venison sausage sandwich...called them..."the number you have reached is no longer in service." Weird. Munching munching good sandwich! I file the number to try again...did that...got the same recording. They call again, leave another message, slightly irate that I haven't gotten back to them...so I stop on the way home ring the bell, Claire answers the door, I tell her you know your phone is out of service? She smiles...as she just got off the phone. I tell her the number...she says what was that...I repeat it. Had the number wrong, one digit off. Should have had the wife listen to it...gets to be embarrassing you call and ask for Stump-knocker only to be told there is no Stump-knocker living there. So...you tell them you had a call, the party left this number...that you just called. Stump-knocker, you say? You must mean Ralph, let me get him.
And deer season started...saw Cat's hubby tagged a doe and is after other game. Went out with the crossbow to fire it several times, still hitting where I want at 25 yards...so I'm looking forward to some tree time...two hours of silence each early evening after work, no phones, no tool noises, nothing but the sounds of the bush and the distant sound of traffic, an airplane maybe. Picked up a pile of brass, as well...this place where we target practice. A gallon freezer bag of .22 shells fetches $17 at the place I bring scrap aluminum...the others I can reload...and I saw evidence of whitetail there, tracks...and after the last two winters we've had the deer population is way down.