There was an over night low of 25° Sunday night and Monday morning… there was a frost on the ground. When I text my daughter to see if she’d left the house yet- to bring the LITTLES, she called me back and said “yes, she was on her way; and that she had a low tire.” Without a way to stop and get air that early, I told her I could meet her in the driveway with air compressor and we’d air it up when she made it to the house.
Off I went to the barn and well… that first step up to the door, is in fact as they say… a DOOZIE! Because down I went. Oh my, and I might have said “ OOOHhhh! SHHOOOOT!” (Or something to that effect) on the way to meet the ground…
You meet the ground a lot faster, when it’s COMING UP to meet you! We met somewhere in the middle.
I thought the SHED WAS MOVING!
After that— seriously, my only thought was of Jon Lovitz , in A LEAGUE OF THEIR OWN, when he said “You see how it works is… the train moves, not the station.” Why that popped into my head? I DO. NOT. KNOW. But after that I couldn’t help but laugh at the whole idea of slipping and falling.
With the moon shining bright, in the early morning sky.
So friends, Monday was a slow day; coffee, warm fire, sitting down to pay some bills, laundry, cleaning the bathroom, light cooking, etc. Truth is—I should of gotten up and done something; because well, now- I’m a little bit stoved up and sore. I could probably use a trip to the chiropractor.
Speaking of baseball—I know lots of you are drawn to football ,right now; and the climactic ending with the Super Bowl on the horizon. Me? I’m looking forward to spring, April 5th… and NO frost on the ground.
‘Til next time, Be Blessed~
“Do not grow weary in well doing for in due season you will reap if you faint not.” Galatians 6:9