Neanderpundit

consists of a bunch of prime deer territory, and a Conex box.

No, it’s not just a big steel box, it has windows and a door and insulation and drywall and a cozy stove. The big doors act as a sort of a gear-garage, and that portion is partitioned from the rest of the container.

While we were there, last weekend, we were visited by an array of family and friends, and my host’s daughter and grandchildren; at one point, I opened the door from the outside, and the toddler of the crew who had been leaning against said door toppled out backwards, flipped over the concrete block stoop, and landed on his head.

Great. Self ejecting babies.

Took me several minutes to get my HEART GOING AGAIN, but thankfully, the toddler was unharmed. In the future, I will be much more careful about opening that door!!

h/t Pascal, via IM

but this moirning I lay abed until eight.

My teenage daughter was up and around before me, that’s how bad it was.

The feast, last night, was a rousing success, the bird so tender it could not be efficiently carved and was in fact more like a “pulled turkey” by the time I got done. I used a fork to separate the meat from the bones, for the most part. All the tother stuff was amazing, and the sweet potato pie and pecan pie was typically mindbending. We ended up hibernating for a while, I think.