However, sometimes my Boy's particular brand of 'adventure' is one that I could pass on. Let me give you an example....
While working at the house one particular morning, Grandpa and I decided that we were ready to head out. After searching everywhere for Country Boy, I finally called our contractor who told us that he thought he'd seen him way back in the field. So we jumped into the truck and headed back. Sure enough, there he was on his tractor looking like the King of Grand Valley...or maybe more like a smaller version of Larry the Cable Guy. Sadly, things are not always as they seem...
Unforunately, in his quest to drive the 'new' tractor from one end of the property to the other Country Boy had gotten himself just a little bit stuck in soft ground. No, that's not correct, he was completely stuck.
As much as I love my Boy, I wanted to get home and I will be honest and tell you that I was sitting in that truck seething about the situation. We were now going to be very late getting home, which was throwing off the rest of my schedule for the day...and you should know that when life is as upside down as ours currently is my OCD kicks right in and I have a serious schedule! But, I thought a little more on the situation and decided that the proper thing to do would be to close my eyes and...
ask the good Lord for a measure of strength and a large measure of patience. I also mentioned that sending an angel would also be greatly appreciated. Despite me and my little faith, He did just that!
Our angel arrived in the form of our bald headed and longsuffering contractor and friend Irving who, after having a good laugh and shaking his head (and who could blame him?), jumped in to help out. Three heads are better than one right? Perhaps not always. There was quite a lot of ideas being thrown around...what is that saying about too many Chiefs? While watching all of this going on from the warmth of the truck on the safety of solid ground was riveting for the first 5 or 6 minutes, I soon began to grown somewhat bored.
I figured the best thing to do would be to just stay in the truck and have a nap. It was short lived.
The next thing I knew we were driving into town to get chains from the hardware store. While there we decided to grab a bite to eat, you know, since the schedule was already negated. We ate at the most lovely place. A small tearoom serving up fantastic and fresh food. It was beautifully decorated with Victorian inspired wallpaper, floral tableclothes, your food brought to you on wicker trays with dainty teacups, full of older women having their afternoon tea....which made the sight of Country Boy and Grandpa sitting there in their hats, dirty clothes and big jackets make them seem like bulls in a china shop...literally. But that is another story in itself. Back to the tractor adventure. Long story short (too late!), approximately 5 hours after originally finding my Country Boy stuck in the field this is the sight we saw:
Hallelujah!
Tomorrow? The house is really coming along and I have more pictures to show you!
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