This is the first weekend of deer hunting season, so the Great Hunter is off on his annual hunting trip with his son. I was looking forward to a sort of homebound “quilt retreat.” I’d planned on working on several different projects, but the weather didn’t cooperate. Not that it’s cold and rainy, just the opposite; it’s beautiful. The sun is shining and it’s warm with temperatures almost in the 80s.

The Great Hunter called me last night from his hunting camp while I was sitting outside with the “girls”. He’s learned how to use the video call feature on his phone, so he gave me a tour of his digs. The farmhouse isn’t exactly falling down, but it’s close. It has electric, but when he panned around to show me the “facilities”, that did it for me. No indoor plumbing, no way. Lol. Just an outhouse.

I have “outhouse PTSD”. When I was about thirteen, I went on an overnight Girl Scout campout. We were tent camping, and I enjoyed it until the time I had to use the bathroom. I crawled out of my tent and, using my flashlight, made my way to the outhouse. That in itself didn’t thrill me, but when I opened the door, much to my horror, a large spider had made a web in an inside corner. Today I would have just done a behind-the-bush squat, but it was dark and that didn’t overly thrill me either. I was absolutely terrified as I sat on the wooden seat, just praying that the spider would stay where it was and I could get out of there as soon as possible. It did and I did.

I took advantage of the beautiful weather and raked some leaves, cleaned the patio and then treated myself to a fire in our firepit and a glass of wine.