Living the graveyard life.
Graveyard Secrets Part Two
If you have been following along, you know that the man
recently got a job at a company he has wanted to work for a long time.
He now works the graveyard shift.
Acclimating our selves to this shift is a challenge.
I've worked graveyard myself in the past
and have no trouble with it.
I am a night person.
The man is not really.
He's been a 7:00 AM to 3:30 PM guy for a long time.
A day worker and a napper.
His body wants to be awake if its light...
or to sleep in short bursts.
There were concerns...
when to eat what meal, when to take medications,
when to do the banking and bill paying, etc.
Everything we do needed to be tweeked.
I think we've got it now.
He goes to work... I go to bed.
I get up... he comes home.
We have a brief interlude of time where I
serve him diner and a drink.
He chews and sips, grunts out short responses
to the questions that I have.
I am careful to have the house calm when he gets home.
I close off all the light that I can so that inside,
it is dusky.
It doesn't take long for him to nod off...
when I encourage him to go to bed.
Roxy and I have things down.
The man leaves and we secure the house.
Roxy does a quick yard patrol and probably her business
then comes back inside to lay on the floor at my feet
until I start to get sleepy.
I go to my bed... she goes to hers.
The house goes quiet.
In the morning, I hop up and make his diner.
Roxy checks out the yard and does her thing.
When the man pulls up...
we are both waiting and wiggly,
happy that he has come home.
Roxy wiggles more... I'm still drinking coffee.
Its not ideal.
I could have altered my schedule to match his.
But I am job hunting and that is a daytime endeavor.
I can do the shopping, billy paying, etc.
And really, when he's done for the day,
he needs sleep more than me.
So far it seems to work well.
He eventually wakes up in the early evening.
We have time then to visit and enjoy each others company,
watch a game or whatever.
But it is different.
I have a lot of time alone with Roxy.
We say good-night to him in the morning
and remove ourselves to the shop or outside...
so that the house can again go quiet.
We did hunt yesterday for half a day.
Neither the man or I even got a shot off.
One of the guys in our party
got a small deer... a very young one.
He is handicapped and the rules for him are different.
The same guy also got some grouses...
however you spell it.
I didn't know that you don't pluck them...
you skin them.
But we'll go again next weekend...
and so on until the season ends.
Hopefully we can make the freezer fat.
That is the point.
Its the same reason we feed the freezer fish.
I'd love to say that we save tons of money.
With fishing we do.
Not so with hunting... which is expensive.
Did I enjoy myself?
As much as anyone could standing in the forest
getting wet from the drizzle.
I'm hoping it won't rain next time.