Did you ever feel like there was something looming on the horizon; something you knew would not bode well for you, but you went forward anyway?
Sort of like standing at the top of the snow-covered hill with your Radio Flyer sled getting ready to slide down the hill and feeling like someone may have sabotaged the sled. You get on the sled anyway and begin to slide down the hill. You come to the first small crest and your sled goes airborne for just a brief bit of time and lands on its runner which collapses beneath you. The nose of the sled digs into the snow pitching you forward and you tumble less than gracefully, ass over tea kettle down to the bottom of the hill. But once you pick yourself up and dust yourself off you realize you are not hurt. You look up at the broken sled half-buried in the snow and you realize you hadn’t liked that sled anyway and now that it’s broken, it the perfect opportunity to get a new one.
So what exactly am I referring to? Well, it’s not something I should go into here. You know what they say about discretion being the better part of valor. Suffice it to say that because of something less than pleasant, I can now do what I’ve wanted to do for some time now. I’ve never been a quitter and I’ve always been the type of person who would meet a challenge head-on and try to deal with it. There are people out there though that don’t and in an effort to bend someone to their will, will go behind their backs and “sabotage the sled runner.”
So my Monday was less than productive in one way but rather freeing in another. The Great Hunter was a little under the weather so he was not able to participate in this particular adventure. This was probably a good thing because if both of us had been on that sled, it could have gotten really ugly.
On a lighter note, my youngest grandson turned five this weekend. It’s bittersweet because I know he will be my last grandchild until the great-grands start coming and hopefully that won’t be for a while yet.