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I've previously written about the concept of weight gain as a transformation motif. It is a fascinating idea and I'm looking forward to giving it another exploration.

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I just got back from the grocery store, and I’m sure the cashier thought I was completely off my rocker. Why? Well, because I refused a bag. My purchase consisted of a box of dishwasher detergent, 2 boxes of macaroni and cheese, a box of crackers, a bag of shredded cheese, a bottle of pasta sauce, a can of soup, a bottle of soda, shampoo, and conditioner. I also had my wallet, phone, and keys, because I didn’t have pockets/purse. So yes, she thought I was crazy.

But if there is any chance that I can carry my items in my arms, I’m going to do it. I hate using plastic. And paper just kills trees (do they even have paper bags any more?). And I usually forget my other, reusable bags. So I opt for inconveniencing myself and carrying them all by hand.

Numbers vary, but one report shows that people in California average about 550 plastic bags per person, per year. If I used that many, and I lived for 60 more years, that would be about 33,000 bags. So, I’ve stopped using them (I’ll be honest, I use them occasionally when I’m having a crappy day, but my bag use is very low).

I don’t know if its true or not, but they say recycling the plastic from a bag is more expensive than making a new bag (if you know otherwise, please share!). They might have those plastic bag recycling bins at places like Walmart, but it would be easier for everyone to just eliminate! It may also take hundreds of years for our plastic bags to decompose.

Over the past 10 years of my life, I’ve went from “everybody knew me and what I did” to “I was nobody” to “I’m important, enough”.

Going through ups and downs like that in a social perspective can be taxing, and it also puts perspective on how much people think matters: not at all. Generally, people seem to like me enough, and I don’t really think there is any reason not to like me. The people who don’t like me tend to feel that way because I’m not intimidated by them, or because of my confidence – simple things.  I also don’t usually put up with peoples crap, or kiss peoples asses justso they like me. That’s part of the “I don’t care if you like me or not” mindset.

I do have a story for you, though. Let me set the mood: I was in high school. Who was I in high school? I was involved in everything, from class President, to Student Council President, to manager of football, basketball, and track, to volunteering, to being Winter Sports Queen, and maintaining a 4.0 while taking college classes. I was that girl. I didn’t drink, I didn’t do or try drugs of any kind, and I didn’t smoke. I was a virgin then, and still am. I was pretty much the straightest arrow you could find. I was also not afraid to make a stand, though, which is usually the reason why people didn’t like me.

Evidence of their skill at eluding hunters was sharp in the running-quail footprints stamped in ice and snow before the melt. But the most humiliating experience was a covey of more than 20 birds that ran ahead for a half-mile, crossed a road and flushed behind the sign that said "Leased Land."

To make things worse, the runaway quail hunkered in safety and whistled their two-note, come-back call at the hunters.

We will come back, we decided. Maybe earlier some season, but maybe not in mid-November, when Wilson says the weather can be too hot for dogs. Oklahoma's quail season opened Nov. 13 and closes Feb. 15. Its five-day nonresident hunting license is a bargain at $42.50, although it is not valid for pheasant, deer or turkey. A season license costs $137.

Despite the slow pace of late-season hunting, our group found a few birds, enjoyed some stylish points and bagged, well, our share. The stroll through trees and shrubs frozen in crystal was magical. (The good news from Wilson is that the ice storm didn't hurt the coveys terribly).

More, there was the gratification that comes from tromping around in native brush, hailing other hunters who are driven by the age-old quail culture and by their love of pointing dogs at work.

I've been here three years, and we've cut back on the number of hunts. Now, we're monitoring (the herd) real close, and it's coming back."

That should be great news to hunters across the state, and particularly in East Tennessee, who for years considered being drawn for a hunt at Chuck Swan as the highlight of their seasons.

This fall, the TWRA will hold two either-sex archery hunts at Chuck Swan (late October and early November), a muzzleloader hunt in November, a juvenile hunt in late October and two gun hunts (one in November and one in December). The hunts will be two days each, and they will be limited to between 750 and 800 each, except for the juvenile hunt - which will include 200 youngsters - and hunters must apply for hunts and be drawn by computer, usually in July before the season.