Hunting Shanty

4:21 PM Elizabeth Seckman 16 Comments

The end of day one, Artemis and me
My husband tied my scarf around my cold ears in the trendy newborn fashion.

In an effort to never be bored, my husband and I used our little bit of free time to build him and the boys a hunting shanty.

I don't hunt. I hate it. I mean, conceptually, I am okay with it. But it's not ever going to be one of my hobbies. I am fine with sending my guys out into the woods. While they're gone, I have unfettered writing time. But in order for them to go out and stay out...they need shelter. So, we gathered all sorts of salvage building materials from the farm and got to work. The only thing we bought was screws and hinges. One week later and we were done. It's not the fanciest, but it's solid and we finished on time and within budget.

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With a view like this, I may just be using the shanty too!

The book connection...

I've been reading the Yellow Bird Sings, by Jennifer Rosner, a WWII story about a woman who has to send her daughter to live in an orphanage while she hides with two other women in the Polish woods to escape the Nazis. It was a bitter winter, they were poorly dressed and had to forage for roots and mushrooms to eat. I can't truly imagine what that is like. I've never been hungry, much less starved. To me, roughing it is being out in the woods in the mediocre cold with a belly full of hot wings, wool socks, a warm coat, and sturdy boots.

The things I take for granted! Which reminded me of quote. I forget where I first heard it, or who said it, but I like it enough to turn it into a meme: