Some of my readers may be parents or some of you may remember 'time out' from childhood. Today I needed a 'time out' for my behavior was a bit selfish and I wanted to stomp my feet and throw things. But being of a mature age I did neither. Okay I cried and whined but I didn't throw anything or stomp my feet. Why did I do this? Because I didn't get my way. That's right I was acting like a 3 year old because today it was fated I stay home yet again and I didn't wanna.
Earlier in the week a problem developed with my vehicle. Turns out it was a brake cable but the part won't be in till Monday so that is one vehicle down. So the alternative vehicle was Bubba (yes it has a name). Our 1994 GMC Sierra 1 ton pick up. Not my vehicle of choice for longer drives. Today I was to go to Keene to do shopping and errands. I promised myself a stop at Agway (hey I garden, love the store), a stop at JoAnne's Fabrics (I sew, so what can I say?) and finally a stop at Michael's (can we say crafts?). Oh but first a stop at Allen Bros. for a couple of those deliciously wicked cider donuts. And that is as far as I got.
Coming out I noticed something dripping under Bubba. I hoped for the best, like a gigantic piece of ice melting but knew it would be worse. And it was. As far as I could tell (and I am no mechanic) I blew a transmission fluid line. So I did what I needed to do which was go back the way I came. I made it home but I was feeling far from grateful. In fact I was feeling very ungrateful. Still a beautiful day out, lots of things I could do here but I wanted to be elsewhere and I sulked and I moped.
I finally took myself down the driveway and took a right onto the dirt road. It took a while but my perspective did change. I walked by Mike's cattle and saw a couple of newborns out in the pasture, snuggled up to their mama's. The white of their coats shining like bright copper pennies telling me how new they were, how young. I watched a hawk circling on thermals. From one to another, around and around. What a glorious sight. I saw a tom turkey with his flock of hens. They looked sleek and healthy and Mr. Tom fanned his tail and strutted his stuff for his ladies. The sides of the road are dotted with bright yellow coltsfoot flowers and the snow has all but disappeared. And I'm complaining about how rough I have it? I just didn't get what I wanted. How ridiculous. Look at all I have. A home, a family and friends.
So my 'time out' worked and brought me back to reality. I am lucky, very lucky and sometimes I forget that. I think we all do. Sometimes it takes an inconvenience (and that is all this was) to remind me of what I have and what a lot of people don't have.
Well at least I got the donuts and they were good.
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