Thursday, September 28, 2023

Trigger Warning For Those Of You Who Do Not Want To Hear About What Happens After A Deer Is Shot. I Am Not Kidding

Man. Just about the same time I was writing that post last night wherein I'd said this about Vergil- "He is always there for any of us who need help in any capacity"- Glen was calling him from the woods for help with a deer he'd shot. 
It's a very long story and was traumatic for me because my man was in the woods for a very long time, trying to get his doe back to the truck from where it had fallen, in the dark, in the heat, through thick tangles of vines and brush before he finally called on Vergil for help. 
I don't talk about it much but Mr. Moon does have an undiagnosed neurological situation going on which makes plain old walking hard. And getting harder. He refuses, however, to let it slow him down much. Thus- he still hunts and fishes and let me tell you something, standing in a boat all day, on the water in the Gulf, without a good sense of where your feet are in relation to your body can really mess up your balance. But as long as he can do these things, I want him to do them. But Lord, he was so worn out when he and Vergil finally got back here last night after ten p.m. 

With all of these activities, whether of fishing or hunting, there is so much time spent first in preparation and then in dealing with the things that must be done afterwards. When it's hunting, the deer has to be skinned, gutted, and bled. And that's just how it is if you want the meat. And that's how it is for any meat we may eat, even if it comes wrapped in plastic with a white tray underneath it from the grocery store. 
This is not an easy and quick job to do. Mr. Moon has a set-up in his Garage Mahal with the things he and Vergil and sometimes Jason need to do it and by the time I got out to the garage to make sure that all was well, the deer was already hanging and Vergil was taking care of the skinning and so on. I never, ever watch this process nor even want the slightest peek at it but I was so overcome with worry last night that the sight of that going on didn't bother me in the least. What bothered me was that my husband was completely beat up, absolutely exhausted, soaked through and then soaked again with sweat, and feeling so frustrated. He hated having to call Vergil but I am so glad he did. 
I forced him to go into the house to cool off and Vergil kept reassuring him that he was happy to do what he was doing- all of it taught to him by Glen when Vergil decided to learn to hunt to provide safe, healthy meat for his family. 

I got my man in the house and made him start drinking chocolate milk because believe it or not, that can help prevent cramps. IF DRUNK DURING THE ACTIVITY, NOT SO MUCH AFTERWARDS. But you know- better late than never. And then I convinced him to stay in the house and rest and let Vergil take care of things. He fought me on this. He was putting his shoes back on and I literally stood in front of him on the steps and would not let him go back out. 
I have never done such a thing in my life. He finally acquiesced and went back in the house and took off his shoes. And thank god he did because it was just about then that he started having leg cramps so bad that I told him I thought he needed to go to the hospital. Which he laughed at. While he was yelling in pain. 

Oh god. 

Anyway, the deer got processed, Vergil and I got ice on it in the giant cooler, and then Vergil washed down the floor of the garage where the processing had taken place and left the blood and guts for Glen to bury today. 

My god. 

So that is an example of how Vergil is willing to help in any capacity. 

Mr. Moon slept in his chair and I slept in our bed, poorly. Not as poorly as he did, I'm sure. He had cramps on the hour until five a.m. 

We went to lunch together today in Monticello and on our way there we were talking about how stubborn some of his friends are when it comes to admitting and adapting to different physical challenges. 
"Like you," I said. 
He was shocked that I would include him in there. 

Oh. That man. 

But we did go to Monticello and ate at the Mexican restaurant again. I just love the food there. Here's some of the pretty artwork. 

A table top with the chairs pulled up against it. 

A chair back. 

A lovely tile-work by the cash register. 

I didn't feel like doing any fun shopping today, as in going to Wag The Dog or an antique store but I did want to check for seeds for the garden. I got some yesterday in town but not all I wanted. It appears I am late again. So we went to a feed store that Mr. Moon thought might have some and that was such a trip. We pulled up to see this.

Call Mayberry! Three of its characters are missing! 

This place is a real, honest, down-home feed store. They have all sorts of feed for all sorts of animals. Also all types of insect poisons. Some houseplants, some bedding plants. some chicken-raising apparatus. Flea and tick treatments for your dogs, cats, and horses. Deworming pills for every sort of critter. Probably even children of the human variety. 
While Glen and I were looking at collard plants, another man came in who wanted onion sets. The three you see there greeted him and asked how he was gettin' along. 
"Fine," he said. "Trying to work myself up to being like y'all. Retired." 
The old guy in the chair on the left with the cowboy hat said, "It's good but you do get hongry." 
This brought a laugh.

I asked if they sold vegetable seeds and they said that yes, they do. The man on the right followed me into the store where they did indeed sell seeds but not in little packs on a rack. They had bins of seeds that they would parcel out for you depending on how much you wanted. I got mustards and turnips. 
"You don't want curly mustards, do you?" he asked. "You gotta wash them thangs in the washing machine to get all the dirt off 'em." I agreed that no, I did not want curly mustard. 
"You don't have any kale, do you?" I asked. 
"Nah. We don't have kale. That stuff's not from around here."
"Well it sure grows like it does."
"I don't like kale," the man said. "I hear it's healthy for you. I ain't never ate it." 
"It's not bad," I said. "It's sort of like collards." 
"I don't eat them either," he said. "They're healthy too." 
Now by this time I had figured out that although this guy was indeed not a big eater of healthy food, he had a sense of humor that was dry as the Sahara and I was loving our conversation. It continued on in the vein of Jefferson County being the best place in the world and didn't I agree? I said, "Well, I've not been to all the places in the world so I can't really say." 
"Well ain't it the best of all you've been to?" 
"Uh," I said. And then I told him I'd lived in Florida for over sixty years so I must like it pretty much and twice in Lloyd, this last time for twenty years.
We figured out that we are "sort of" neighbors. 
So that was not what I was expecting at the Monticello Feed Store but I surely did enjoy it. 
And the seeds I got cost one dollar a package. 
When we left Mr. Moon told me I was going to have to go to a hippie-dippy store to get kale seeds. 
"What? Like Tallahassee Nurseries?" This is not a hippie-dippy store. 
We laughed and then he informed me that he didn't like kale either and I told him that yes he did, he just wasn't always aware when he was eating it. 

We also went by the Tractor Supply place to see if they had vegetable seeds but no, they do not. They had just given all the seeds they had left to the retirement home for those folks to plant. 
Hmmm. Well, okay. 
And we made one more stop at a lumber/hardware store and when we asked if they had seeds, the guy just said, "No," and walked off. 

Hippie-dippy store here I come. For kale seeds. 

And that is my follow-up to what I wrote about Vergil and the ensuing events. When we got home this afternoon, I pulled some weeds in the garden that had popped up in the last few weeks and Mr. Moon made some nice straight rows for the collard plants we bought, and got eight of them in the ground. And now I have got to get the seeds planted.

I finally have a butterfly ginger that's blooming. I am thrilled. 

They smell so sweet. 

And this is life in Jefferson County, best place in the world. According to some. 

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. well, first time for everything, isn't there? Barring Mr Moon from heading back outside.....good for you! Poor man......too much for one hard hunting day for him but bless Vergil for coming to help. The deer story/skinning doesn't bother me at's the discomfort Mr Moon experienced...and the Feed Store......what a hoot! I want one of those Ginger Lilies.......gorgeous! May the night go well for Mr Moon....... it will likely be a restless one for you.............
    Susan M

    1. friday nite martini night and no post from you yet today.....concerned and hope Mr Moon is good...and all is well
      Susan M

  2. Well, my goodness ... what a day/evening you all had ... especially Glen. Leg cramps are absolutely no fun! The next time you are at one of the many stores you shop in ... look for THERAWORKS FOAM FOR LEG CRAMPS!
    And, yes ... I yelled at you! This stuff actually works!!
    However, it seems Glen recovered enough to get out and about with you!
    Fresh venison in the freezer ... you can create some fantastic meals from all of that!
    That ginger flower is exquisite!!

    1. Yes it DOES work! Barbara from TX

  3. That Jessie got the good eye from her Mama. Good eye for a good man. Wonderful of Vergil to drop everything and get to Glen and help him. But of course he did.

  4. What a cost to a man to ask for help. I know you will get a lot of remedies for leg cramps, but the one i know is yellow mustard right into the mouth. Lord knows why but the relief is instant.

    1. I think it might be the vinegar in mustard. I have a neighbor who swears by this remedy. Drinking pickle juice also helps, but I don't know how quickly! The TheraWorks foams is pretty damned quick!

  5. i hope you all get some answers and relief soon- xxalainaxx

  6. Men are so fucking stubborn. My husband is no different. He won't see a doctor, won't see a dentist, won't see a physiotherapist. I gave up. He can live in pain.
    I'm glad you stopped Mr. Moon, although I'm guessing you only convinced him of what he already knew he had to do. I stand by my first statement:)

  7. I get leg cramps at night, ow. Sometimes I rub and it subsides, sometimes it goes off the scale and I have to get up and hobble about a bit. I wonder if Mr M has peripheral neuropathy? It's one of those mysterious situations that nobody actually seems to know how to fix. Handsome Partner was lamed by it, very hard to walk and balance and manipulate tools like knife and fork when your feet and hands are numb.

  8. So I skipped the animal parts and went straight to the Mexican place and photos and tour adventures getting seeds...I hope you find your kale.

  9. the butterfly ginger is beautiful! So are the pictures of the Mexican restaurant. Mr Moon's leg cramps worry me though. I know all about the butchering, skinning and gutting process of getting meat to eat. I worked for a while on a sheep station (ranch) as a teenager and every week a sheep was killed to feed the family and station hands.

  10. I know that if I had to hunt and kill and preserve meat I would never eat it again - which is downright hypocritical isn't it. But like you I would have been so worried about Mr. Moon out there, but again I suppose find it hard to admit they can't do everything they used to either. It ain't easy but I'm so glad he's okay now!!! And as for that store, I would just LOVE a place like that with a bunch of real characters like those men thrown into the mix!

  11. Well, home is where the heart is, as they say! I'm glad Mr Moon called Vergil and I hope his cramps are better. As for hunting, I am mostly vegetarian and that's why! If I had to provide my own food I'm pretty sure I'd be completely vegetarian, as long as I was capable of growing enough to survive. (Including kale!) I might catch a fish now and then even though I hate fishing.

  12. I've hugged you and Mr Moon very tightly from afar. I hope you felt it.

  13. I am so envious of your butterfly ginger. mine just burned up in the brutal dry summer. I need to find a different place to put them.

    why are men so stupid about their health? I tried to get Marc to go to the doctor or hospital for days as he got sicker and sicker and he refused until I did basically what you did. got in his face and ordered him into the car.

    and you just described our feed store. they do have seeds in packets and little plants but they also have a wall of bins with seeds that you buy by the ounce.

  14. My friend recommended Hyland's naturals Leg cramps pills and they do seem to help me.

  15. I hope Mr. Moon is all better now! I so enjoyed reading about your trip to the feed store, so much fun to meet the ‘characters’ of your area- I think we all have them, if we care to observe our surroundings? You and your daughter sure know how to pick the best companions, what a blessing to have such a wonderful son in law ❤️ xo, Rigmor


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