Some Days Are Just Like That
My husband, Robert, God bless him, has a way of just humbly rolling through life's cruddy days with such grace and silence that it humbles me to be by his side. Case in point: the past few days' events.
Remember the "You might be a redneck if - " Jeff Foxworthy lines? Well, if not, you can look it up, but anyway - on a regular basis, I am reminded of that because of the things that go on here. More than that, though, we might say, "You might be made to eat humble pie if -" according to the things Robert tells me about his days sometimes. Three recent minor but relevant examples are below.
- Robert was on his way to work at Elgin PD when he had to stop and "help" remove a doe stuck in one of our hog traps. He had to wrestle her to get her out safely. That was interesting.
- Robert was awestruck by a pretty springtime songbird that, in his words, "lighted on the wire of a fence in front of me." He said he said hello to it and started talking sweetly as he has seen me do in the past with supernatural bonding results all for his new friend to fly off and land a spot of bird guano on his arm as it left. Nice bonding there. Oh, the irony - the cruel irony.
- Then, within the same 24 hour span, one of the ranch's hunting dogs you see above who has become like a family member to us started spasming and showing signs of what the vet said was a brain tumor. He had to have her put to sleep.
This does not even include many other normal kinks of life that we all have in our days, but his are things like, well - last week, for example, he had a coral snake pop out of the leaves by the pool he was cleaning. It coiled up and opened its mouth. We have seen several of these here and at the other ranch, but who in the heck has these to actually coil up and open their tiny mouth? These are the most venomous snakes in North America and notably shy by nature, yet of course, one would behave as such toward my husband. God must think Robert is tougher than most. He may be the next saint of targeted persons who get the rug pulled out from under them. Seriously. If only you all knew the details of his days - dirty jobs and target practice for birds that fly overhead. We laugh at these things daily because it has become so regular that it is hilarious.
Sheesh. What next? Never mind. I don't want to know. I'm gonna go sip coffee, safely do some laundry, and talk to my caged parakeet as I say some prayers for Robert. Nice, huh?
