The Writer, Wolves and the Woodsman

Happy Rabbit of Caerbannog Day! Wait, did I start that off correctly? Would you prefer happy Cadbury Egg Day? The lion is still the best bunny I believe. I mean if this was either The Ghost and The Darkness he could give the murder rabbit a run for his money. Anyhow, I hope everyone has a wonderful Easter day celebrating it however you choose to do so. I know the Writer and I will be sitting here mourning the loss the Minnesota Wild just had on Saturday…Stop pulling the goalie in overtime coach! (Hockey, Minnesotans etc.) May your easter eggs be filled with yummy treats or maybe a helpful egg shaped holy hand grenade whichever you want or need at the time.

Thanks Andrew Zimmern for the recipe! The Roast Leg of Lamb with Lemony Dill Sauce was amazing — even if making the dish was a bit out of my wheelhouse. Writer really enjoyed it. We had a great evening with good food, good wine, and great conversation.  Lamb enthusiasts must try this dish.  The Wolves also enjoyed the leg of lamb bone. I cut it in half so they could each have some. The pieces had some meat and fat on them that got cooked with the bone. They thoroughly cherished their dinner treat. It’s always nice to dig out the fine china, make up the table and just relax and enjoy a good meal. I think the only thing we were missing was candles. Ah, well perhaps next time. I think for the next fun dish to make I am going to have to try my hand at another Chicago style pizza in the cast iron pan and send pics to my friend from Chicago to see what he thinks.  Have a great Easter weekend everybody stay safe and be prepared if needed. (Woodsman)

(Woodsman typing) Ahh, it's that time of year again. Cadbury eggs are bountiful, and the furry bunny should be made into a wonderful German dish. Well, my wonderful partner told me that she is not a fan of celebrating Easter as a holiday. We are going to have a delicious Passover meal on Thursday instead. Serendipitously, someone at the local butcher’s canceled their lamb order. So, yes, this evening I butchered a wonderful hind leg of lamb. Then I cooked up the bone and scraps as a tasty special treat for the Wolves.  Some may ask; no family get togethers? Nope We’ll likely sip wine, snack on lamb with the wonderful Wolves, and enjoy Monty Python and the Holy Grail and The Princess Bride . Fire swamps, ROUSs and a murder bunny? Who has The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch?!?  Sometimes, we need to have our personal time with our partner; it's relationship building and we enjoy finding new and fun things to do together.  Mother Nature decided to take a good solid hit on her crack

We are now back at the Breadbox (and bedbox), trying not to make croutons. 😉 Be it known that: I really, really hate hospitals, not a fan of western medicine in general actually. In fact, the last time I spent time in an ICU was in 2012 after major, and unexpected intestinal surgery which also had plenty of beeps and pokes. I walked out four days after that surgery; I hate hospitals. Now, I have zero recollection of this incident, so I asked Woodsman to fill in the gap. He obliged. The Yell, The Fall, and The Thump… “911 what is your emergency?” “My girlfriend is having a seizure and fell over and hit her head. She also badly bit her tongue and is spitting out blood. I need an ambulance.” A few minutes later the EMT’s arrived, assessed the situation and worked on getting her out to the gurney. Now mind you, she is wrapped up in the dog blanket because she was freezing cold for reasons and it was handy. I mean she was in her work clothes sitting inside on a Zoom meeting, and she’s ex

Woodsman here, I am still getting my writing feet wet when it comes to sharing my writing online. I have been writing for some years now for myself and making a few things for people to enjoy. This blog is going to be a fusion of our writing, stories of our relationship, and the adventures we experience. Well, my loafmate, as I so aptly put it in the last post, got a slice of life the other day and about gave me a heart attack (and I’ve had heart failure before). She was on a lengthy Zoom call for work, when she suddenly and unexpectedly had a seizure. It was not a fun sight and it was a very serious situation. I am going to spare everyone the details and just say that I did call an ambulance, and we did spend a few days (and overnights) at the local hospital in the ICU.  We have since found out some things that need a little fixing, but nothing major. We don’t believe that it should happen again. But wow! Talk about scaring the crap out of me!  I mean, I am not trying to sound selfish

  You know when you’ve met the right person for you when you are cuddled up in bed one night and say, ”we fit together like two perfect slices of bread from the same loaf.”  Then she says, “that is amazing… loafmate.” Yup we turned soulmate into loafmate, and if you don’t get it… well I’m not sure how to help you with that.  Just keep the toaster away from us.

That is exactly what happened back in the Fall. I mean what are the odds of finding someone that you have crossed paths before with and never thought you would cross paths with again? I’m going to go with pretty damn rare. The communications continued with typing online, and then texting back and forth as today's modern standards apply.  The phone calls soon gushed. Our record call was 9 hours. Since we somewhat recently escaped unhealthy relationships, and found each other again; we were finally happy. We both just wanted a friend, and someone we could rely on. If needed, one of us could pick up the slack. Especially if we left some debris in our wakes moving forward in life.

“You should get two goats instead of one. Because then you would always have some goats around and some goats milk.” One day, after a very annoying and drawn out divorce, the Woodsman sent off a random message to a very beautiful blonde woman on a dating website. After reading her profile, he simply said, ”if you’re  going to move to the mountains and want a goat, chickens and a tiny home, then you should get two goats instead of one. Because then you would always have some goats around and some goats milk.” She agreed — with a bit of flirting. The adventure began with that line. Now you’re all along for the journey of a lifetime — if you so choose.

The smell of cordite filled the air. The gentle puffing of firearms in the background was a somewhat soothing sound. You see, the Blondest worked at a gun range. She had many passions. Every now and then, a tall dark and handsome (dubbed Tall Dark and Ammo ) mysterious man would appear. He would buy ammo from her. She could tell he was in the store because of his text tone; it sounded like a suppressed pistol going off. You know, like the sound of 007’s Walther PPK firing in GoldenEye — all nice and quiet.  We didn’t know at the time, but we were both unapplied married.  There was an unexplainable ethereal connection between them though; there was something there. She always longed for him to come back so she could gaze into his deep brown eyes and feel a real man.    The Woodsman was on the hunt for the elusive ammo. This was back at the time when people loved to wear diapers on their faces and voluntarily stand a foolish six feet apart. Sigh . There was only one place to really go