May or May Not Monday

May or May-Not Monday: Where you can divulge the secrets of life's mishaps without feeling like a failure. So go on... own up. I may have...

I may or may not have cancelled a kayaking trip up to Red Fish Lake because the high was supposed to be 50, in August. Turns out that it was evacuated anyway because of a new forest fire. I’m very glad that my family does not have the experience of leaving because the threat of fire is upon us. 

I may or may not be pleased that there’s a fox in the vicinity of the historical farmhouse because it means we are no longer harassed by the roosters. A hen met its death moments before we showed up to water this week. It’s another lesson that nature is just horrible. The only person in this family that was profoundly upset by the chicken death was my darling husband. Don’t get me wrong, we don’t wish for these things to happen but understand that’s just the way of things. Nature is not cuddly.

I may or may not have binged watched, is there any other way?, Hunting Hitler with my whole family. We are fascinated and outraged that season 4 is cancelled right when they are so close to finding him. Watch it. You will learn a ton. And then I’ll challenge you to prove that people are inherently good. 

I may or may not be gobsmacked about a call to arms in our small town from a mom to demand that all boys not play Fortnite on Saturdays between the hours of noon and seven so that this particular kid with a “borderline “ addiction will know his friends are not playing and will socialize in person with his friends or read a book or go outside. If you have to enlist at least a hundred other people to stop your kid from playing the game, that’s addiction, full on. Your kid is twelve, be a parent. Stop looking for easy and instant entertainment through mind altering video games at the most critical time of brain development of a young man. The amount of support and accolades from other parents in this situation in our town is staggering. I’m completely losing faith in our society’s ability to raise productive and kind people. 

I recently learned this week how hunting tags work and that those hunters buying the tags put far more money forth towards conservation and habitat rehabilitation than organizations like PETA. This may or may not have blown my mind but really as I also learned this week the world doesn’t operate as the narrative suggests. I learned that bear tags are decided based on the counter food supply available for the bears that year. The number of tags issued is based on how many bears can survive with the available food so all the bears don’t starve to death. That seems reasonable. No one wants them all to die. But it’s easier not to think about those things especially if you don’t grow up in a hunting family. 

I may or may not be considering redoing my kitchen backsplash. It’s a soul sucking brown tile that makes me sad. But what do you put instead that’s reasonably priced when you don’t like gray or shiplap, or want subway tiles?

It has been so smoky for so long that my west planted Ash tree is literally changing colors thinking it’s November based on the sunlight. I may or may not be considering appointing smoke as a fifth season here. I mean it’s been here since the third week of July.