Hammsolo
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As many of you know I was to go scouting for elk this weekend, but it turned not one of those days. Extremely long story short:
1. I awake to a text from my cousin that my Godmother, my Mom’s compadre and last sibling of a big Minnesota farming family, is riddled with cancer and is being moved to hospice unexpectedly.
2. I wait for my Mom to wake up, and have a very hard conversation with her.
3. I make the tough choice to hook up the trailer and go scouting and while hooking up brush my bald ass head against the trailer. No pain… lots of blood. Damn stainless steel furnace vent.
4. I pull out bandaged up and my truck says, “No!” My right turn signal isn’t working. I hop out and check stuff. I learn I somehow manage to smash/cut my harness…
5. This leads to an entire day of replacing the connector. At this moment, at minimum, my running lights are still not working.
I’m going to work on it for no more than an hour and then call it. Maybe God is telling me to just go hang with my Mom?
Have you had, “one of those days?”
1. I awake to a text from my cousin that my Godmother, my Mom’s compadre and last sibling of a big Minnesota farming family, is riddled with cancer and is being moved to hospice unexpectedly.
2. I wait for my Mom to wake up, and have a very hard conversation with her.
3. I make the tough choice to hook up the trailer and go scouting and while hooking up brush my bald ass head against the trailer. No pain… lots of blood. Damn stainless steel furnace vent.
4. I pull out bandaged up and my truck says, “No!” My right turn signal isn’t working. I hop out and check stuff. I learn I somehow manage to smash/cut my harness…
5. This leads to an entire day of replacing the connector. At this moment, at minimum, my running lights are still not working.
I’m going to work on it for no more than an hour and then call it. Maybe God is telling me to just go hang with my Mom?
Have you had, “one of those days?”