GIRL TIME HOLIDAY
The NOV 15
holiday season was a time that we had celebrated throughout our lives. As a girl, I recall Mom baking and cooking,
and Dad taking a day or 2 off from work. My 2 sisters and I got a bit of
relaxed routine at home, like eating cereal for supper, instead of heavier
meals of the everyday life in our family of five.
NOV 15 was the Opener, the beginning of the two-week Firearm Deer Season. Dad would be relishing time away with his pa, brother, and nephews. With Pa at the stove, the others would be walking through their land at sunrise and playing cribbage by lantern light at day’s end. The hopes of shooting a deer, fresh on their minds each day was their goal, but just as important was the camaraderie and reminiscing as only guys at camp could do. But whether Dad was successful in the hunt or not, he always returned refreshed, happy to be home with his girls, and with the beginnings of a beard. While Mom was happy to have Dad safely home, she was not a fan of his beard, but we knew he was (and it looked pretty good on him).
About twenty-five years ago, my husband thought I should hunt too. I had been unofficially in training with the walks we took through our land during hunting seasons. My thought was that to really be a hunter, I had to have my own rifle, pants, jacket, boots, and deer blind. I experienced hunting for a few years, though no horns adorn our walls from my efforts. (Read “Opening Day” by Susan Boback, previously published in The Mining Journal, November 15, 2023)
Having also
celebrated some 65+ deer seasons as the one remaining at home, longing for some
girl time, like my mother, I looked forward to less meal preparation, and whatever
I wanted to watch on TV or none at all; breakfast for supper, snacking, or just
the peace and quiet of being at home alone.
This week
has been the baking and planning meals. Hunting supplies, license, clothes,
tools, are not on my list of things to take care of. And while he’s been planning his meals, I’m
planning mine – no plan is my plan. No
plan for anything else either. Because somehow the excitement of these NOV 15
activities has lost its fervor for me. I
realize that the “girl-time” activities are no longer a once-a-year celebration
for me. They don’t hold a special, “sought-after” feeling for me because I am
engaging in nearly all of them throughout the year during a holiday of sorts
called Retirement.
The only
activity on my “girl-time” list is to experience the quiet of being alone in
the house. I realize that others may not
have this as a choice, and that someday it could be my daily routine that won’t
be so enjoyable. But for today, I am
enjoying the quiet of being alone in the house during the 2024 NOV 15 holiday. SB