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I wanted to title this post “Chariots of Fire” but then thought that might raise alarm that we had a fire here, and thankfully we didn’t. The thing is that this week my sisters were chatting back and forth posing and answering questions relating to my Mom’s paperwork. I piped in that I wouldn’t be free to add in to the conversation, that I was on the run yet for a solid couple hours. I wasn’t exercising, just to be clear. My sisters offered encouragement for the work I was doing, it was Jan who really addressed the situation when she sent me a YouTube link with the theme song to “Chariots of Fire”, iconic in our generation for its stirring race running scene/music. Hearing that song did inspire me. It also helped me to see the common thing that shaped the focus of the days activities, and that is, chariots of the modern variety……..vehicles.
At about 5:08am (on Tuesday) Russ was in the bathroom attached to our bedroom starting his day. Unfortunately he bumped his ankle on the foot pump part of our spin mop pail, it caused nerve pain up to his hip and he let out a loud and slightly harsh string of iffy words. That woke me up. He apologized but it seemed I was awake enough that more sleep would be hard to come by. Since I was awake Russ invited me to come with him to do the morning check of the cows. I was not really into that, I mean what would you choose, staying in a warm bed with a cup of coffee or heading out into a chilly morning? The thing is, Russell had caught the tail end of a prairie chicken mating dance the morning before. He said this time limited and seasonal activity may not be viewable much longer. There was a chance we could catch it. I was so torn. I love my bed. Yet, he described it as being an amazing natural thing of beauty and he said the male prairie chickens sound like motorcycles as they sing and dance. This is what got me, a bird that sounded like a motor cycle. I got myself ready, Russ made me a coffee to go and off we went, accompanied by our pack of dogs. We loaded into the jeep, our somewhat rickety vehicle with amazing suspension, it is fantastic for cow checking. It would be the first vehicle of importance in this day.
Its now Friday evening, I have poked away at this. I have said I want my blog to be real so I want to share that the series of days recorded in the last few blog posts have come at a cost. I am not superwoman. I was toast on Wednesday. I had high hopes that with my own agenda to guide the day I would get some order restored in my life. It didn’t turn out that way, I was down and out, I was physically tired and for some reason emotionally fragile. I am not altogether myself yet.