We Doin' Anything Big Tonight?

Ever have your ox in the Mire? We usually have a herd of them stuck in mud on Sundays and rationlize the need to miss church in order to get those oxen out of the mire.

 

Why the heck do we keep those mires around the place like land mines so our oxen are constantly stumblin' into them?

 

Well a mire happened tonight, juuuussst right before tuckin' into bed.

 

 

J. asked me about this question at a late hour. He'd just got outta the tub soakin' injuries and sore muscles from the brutal FB practices.

 

"We gotta have the stamina for the fourth inning. They want us to be in good shape."

 

Some Epsom salts in the tub he tumbled down the steps and asked me this simple question thinking he might have to do some work because the walls are painted and things need to be moved back.

 

"No, it's late let's just get in some reading and get you to bed so your body can re-coup. "

 

Mine is needing some re-couping to after a fun medical discovery and finally bringing on an anti-biotic to attack the sneaky bacs. Those devils. Dang them. They really have made me mad.

It is so hard to see what needs to be done, and you can't do it. You have to sit there and......wait.

Even a story or a sentence to an article, has to wait. There the lines are, in my mind, but I can't do it. I have to wait until the body can do it.

Then a rock collection in a glass mason jar got knocked off the shelf and crashed to the ground.
An ox that didn't care if we were sick and tired!

J: "Guess we got something big goin' on now."

Yup.