“Now, picture this…”
So, I say to you,
“Now Picture this“:
Lampasas Texas, August 26, 2008, about 2 PM. A storm comes up. We have not had rain and this was a welcomed sight, however, the goats were out. I needed to get them in quick as it was starting to come down hard. I ran out, got the Mama and her kid in, but she would not let Jack (the other young one) into the shed. I run Jack around to the porch and get him under cover. By now it is pouring.
Scout wakes from her nap and I give her some lunch. We then settle down to watch the welcome rain. It starts to thunder and Jack starts yelling. The rain is blowing all over the porch, the thunder is clapping and he is scared and getting wet.
I open the door and leave Scout by the door inside while I go out and try to comfort Jack and find a place for him to be dry. I am in bare feet (as usual) and on a wet porch. At this point I saw lightning strike, heard it as well as the thunder and all 3 of us screamed and ran into the house.
You got it, wet me and wet goat! Scout was by the door and took off.
Now: Picture this:
Lampasas, TX August 26, 2008, 6:30 PM I am going out to feed the goats. I have a bucket with food in one hand and am trying to unhook the mama goat but she is tangled. The two young kids are trying to get the bucket and jumping on me (did I tell you it rained in the afternoon??!!) and I am trying to keep them away, untie her and my cell phone rings. I hold bucket and cell phone in one hand and get goat lose with the other. I now have three goats jumping on me. Oh, did I tell you it rained in the afternoon? Or that I had, HAD on a white shirt?
Well, I now had a BIG muddy hoof print on my left bxxb and belly and smaller ones on my shoulder and back.
Now, Picture this:
Lampasas, TX August 26, 2008, 7:30 PM I tie the dog out and go try to do something on the computer. I hear her barking, but that is not unusual when she wants to come in, but I did not think she was out there that long. After a bit I realized I was not hearing her and , like you would a child that is too quiet, I went to check.
My dog was gone! So was her cable and the hook that it hooks too. What am I picturing at this time? My dog running through the road and pastures with a 30 foot cable and a hook on the end. I knew she was going to get tangled somewhere!
I get on shoes (remember I never wear them) and start to go hunting. I call her and hear a whimper. She was caught already, but where? I call, she whimpers. It was coming from under the house! The CRAWLSPACE under the house!
I go to an opening and sure enough, there she was under there, in the middle, all tangled up.
Did I tell you it rained in the afternoon?
I got down, crawled under and watched for snakes, spiders etc as I went. I did tell you it rained, right? And that I had on a white shirt with hoof prints on it?
As I crawled I was hearing noises that were not coming from the dog. I did tell you it rained, right? I reached her and got her unhooked and found out what the noises were. Crawling with me were two little goats being nosy! They were both there, hunched down and crawling while the stray cat (now adopting us) stood by watching us.
We all crawled out, full of mud and laughter.
I do not know about you, but when things hit I try to find the humor to cope. It is funny now, but for me it was funny then too. If I did not let it be funny it could have got me angry or down.
Laugh, Be flexible and life takes on a new look. It works for me!