Boo-Boos And Bumps

It's 7:55 on Thursday morning at That Old House,
and Howard and I are waiting for an insurance
adjuster to come at 8:00 and look at the boo-boos
on our house, left by Storm Sandy.

It's a chilly morning.

Not only is there frost on the pumpkins,

there's frost on the red minivan.

Frost is not all that is on the red minivan.

There are lots of boo-boos there, too.

And some deer hairs.

That's a pile of grille and other car parts on the right side of the picture, on the grass.

Last night, on a very dark and wooded part of Route 10

in nearby Randolph, a deer and I crossed paths.

As bad as the minivan is, it's in better shape than the poor deer.

And I am fine.

Except I keep hearing the thud, and seeing the blur of tan fur.

Our insurance company was not surprised;

they are get a lot of these calls.

New Jersey's roads are littered with deer this time of year.

I am sure there's no connection, but there were a lot of deer
in our yard this morning, including an enormous buck with
a very impressive rack.  I got a little nervous, thinking
that they'd sent their best hit man (hit deer?) to get me . . . .
After all, these are Jersey deer!  -- Cass