There are a great many real miseries in life that we cannot help smiling at,
But they are the smiles that make wrinkles and not dimples.
Oliver Wendell Holmes
Well now, My Hero certainly had picked a fine day to return to his nice warm office after our, or should I say my, two weeks of vacation. The coldest day of the year, oh yes lucky me.
I sat there at the kitchen table after having just ventured outside to go and start up the tractor, which I have to say resisted as much as I did that morning. Turning over and over and it’s no doubt secretly hoping that I would give up, go back into my warm house and back to a welcoming bed leaving it alone.
No way; there was nothing that would stop me that morning, and I mean nothing. My cows awaited, and I have never disappointed my girls waiting for their breakfast. My head, felt as big as a basketball, my sinuses were aching and full, mixed with that annoying constant dripping of, well you know, requiring enormous amounts of tissues jammed into all available pockets and as luck would have it, a hacking cough. Yes indeed, what a perfect day for My Hero to rush off very early that morning, heading to his nice warm office.
Oh yes, the tractor finally did turn over and I left it to warm up while I slipped and slid back into that house to sip a warm cup of coffee. My cellphone rang,” Did the tractor start?” Sure did, but it took a while. “Ok be careful, don’t fall.” I will. I thought I heard him say something else, sounding like garbling under water. I think I mumbled, “Sure,” took another sip of my coffee, and then hung up. Cough cough, sniffle sniffle.
All that lounging around in my pajamas till all hours of the day and not worrying about what was going on outside was over for me. My reality was back. Those cozy, warm days eating what I wanted, watching what I wanted, and actually doing what I wanted, surrounded with the people I loved taking care of my needs, had disappeared, much like that beautiful snow that had lasted about two days.
That melted snow that turned into slippery ice, exposing that green grass poking through and more than likely contributed to my not rushing that morning. Where was my snow? I remember that was all I was thinking.
Well, all that procrastination was not getting me to where I needed to be so…..
I jammed more tissues in my sweater pocket. I then headed down the lush, red velvet covered staircase. I donned my beautiful jewelled covered crown of wool, slipped on my finest linen and lace gown coveralls and finally, those beautiful golden pink Cadillac slippers.
I exited my beautiful stone castle, slipped and slid across the glass and marble walkway to my waiting horse powered, beautiful red carriage. I knew I was heading back to my adoring loyal subjects always knowing I was going to shower them with gifts of food and riches, while they lined the laneway/village street and cheered loudly. All the time their knowing I had conquered that dragon just for them.
Wow….. I had no idea where those thoughts came from; I may have been delirious at the time. Or…. it may have been as simple as, we sometimes require a lot of imagination to get through that first day back to work.
Cough cough, sniffle sniffle.