Yesterday it started to sprinkle while the goat and pony were tied up to a tree, so I set out to free them, allowing them to take cover in the barn if they so desired. I threw on the fishing hat that was laying on the picnic table as I casually meandered by. Seemed like it was going to be a nice gentle rain, smooth to the ground for the soaking. I was already thinking of Rainbows.
1/2 acre into my walk, things turned voilent, and it became a race for safety. I let the goat go first, knowing she wouldn't run away, and would just head for the shelter. The pony is new, and I was afraid she would just run and never look back. Next thing I know, a metal shed came flying through the air, and landed next to me - merely scratching me on the leg - but no time to think about my near death experience - the horse reered up, ripping away from me and was off kicking and twirling, scared to death, then she bolted.
She ran to the near by field, and all at once stopped, looked me square in the eyes, and somehow I just knew she needed me to show her where the gait to safety was. The wind and rain and I were now all blowing side ways together, and when we arrived at the barn together, I opened the door, but realized my companions wanted in too, and the door blew shut behind me... and locked.
There were two problems now. Ms. Rainbow, the pony was locked outside, and I was locked in. So there I stood, Pippy the goat, looking at me, I looking at her, both with that "holy shit" look in our eyes, as we went from extreme - to calm. The 8x12 little barn has a small cut out for the mini goats to go in and out of, so the rest of the story goes a little like shawshank redemption, where he digs his way out of prison... only I was crawling through horse and goat poop - and only had to crawl throuh the poop for a moment to get out. I was washed off with rain, and walked only a 1/2 acre back to my house, where my kids were still watching PBS happily. They had no idea I was almost crushed under a shed or could have been locked in the barn for some 6 or 7 hrs until my husband got home. Had I not quit drinking, I would probably still be too fat to fit out the hole in fact. They saw I was drenched and poopy, and didn't think much of it. I didn't either really.
It was just another day in my new sober life. Nothing worth drinking over, and all in all, lots to laugh about!
The fight for my life against my addictions have lots of similarities to this story, and I could go on and on about them, but... I don't really want to. Today it's nice out, I want to enjoy it, and I'm sure you can figure them out yourself ; )
Have a great and sober day!
-- Edited by justadrunk on Saturday 5th of May 2012 01:43:57 PM
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Thanks for everything. Peace and Love on your journey.
You trudged through what dear? **it did you say? Wow, you deserve a gold star for that. If I was caught in that hellacious storm, I'd probably be crapping pigskins right now. Thanks again for the story, it felt warm but not inviting -the **it part I mean. You get the point. Enjoy your day...
Yesterday it started to sprinkle while the goat and pony were tied up to a tree, so I set out to free them, allowing them to take cover in the barn if they so desired. I threw on the fishing hat that was laying on the picnic table as I casually meandered by. Seemed like it was going to be a nice gentle rain, smooth to the ground for the soaking. I was already thinking of Rainbows.
1/2 acre into my walk, things turned voilent, and it became a race for safety. I let the goat go first, knowing she wouldn't run away, and would just head for the shelter. The pony is new, and I was afraid she would just run and never look back. Next thing I know, a metal shed came flying through the air, and landed next to me - merely scratching me on the leg - but no time to think about my near death experience - the horse reered up, ripping away from me and was off kicking and twirling, scared to death, then she bolted.
She ran to the near by field, and all at once stopped, looked me square in the eyes, and somehow I just knew she needed me to show her where the gait to safety was. The wind and rain and I were now all blowing side ways together, and when we arrived at the barn together, I opened the door, but realized my companions wanted in too, and the door blew shut behind me... and locked.
There were two problems now. Ms. Rainbow, the pony was locked outside, and I was locked in. So there I stood, Pippy the goat, looking at me, I looking at her, both with that "holy shit" look in our eyes, as we went from extreme - to calm. The 8x12 little barn has a small cut out for the mini goats to go in and out of, so the rest of the story goes a little like shawshank redemption, where he digs his way out of prison... only I was crawling through horse and goat poop - and only had to crawl throuh the poop for a moment to get out. I was washed off with rain, and walked only a 1/2 acre back to my house, where my kids were still watching PBS happily. They had no idea I was almost crushed under a shed or could have been locked in the barn for some 6 or 7 hrs until my husband got home. Had I not quit drinking, I would probably still be too fat to fit out the hole in fact. They saw I was drenched and poopy, and didn't think much of it. I didn't either really.
It was just another day in my new sober life. Nothing worth drinking over, and all in all, lots to laugh about!
The fight for my life against my addictions have lots of similarities to this story, and I could go on and on about them, but... I don't really want to. Today it's nice out, I want to enjoy it, and I'm sure you can figure them out yourself ; )
Have a great and sober day!
-- Edited by justadrunk on Saturday 5th of May 2012 01:43:57 PM
Always with something to say; always dying (sometimes, literally) to tell us about it; always filling us with pictures as we follow you from barn to field; what is there left in life except that we didn't drink today (and maybe a spell checker?
