Man is only miserable so far as he thinks himself so.
The weather has been wonderful here; there is now about a foot and a half of snow, and predictions of more, lots more. I am excited. My snowshoes and I had plans for Friday morning, big plans.
Waking up early Friday morning my hair hurt, I know weird right? I looked into the mirror and I could see how one side of my face was swollen and I imagined the old movie Little Rascals and Alfalfa wearing a white cloth tied under his chin with a knot on the top of his head and a crooked grin on his face. Could I have the mumps? My Hero looked at me and said “Yes indeed it looks like the mumps”. We all know he is a farmer, not a doctor, so I went to the universal new age doctor…..Google. I just wanted to tell you, never, ever do that.
My Hero went to work, and I headed out to feed the girls at first light. Remember, that beautiful snow I have been waiting for combined with the warmish temperatures. I had no choice. I finished feeding and visiting with the girls and hopped the red gate, snowshoes in hand. It was the perfect day and I was not going to waste it. I had been patiently waiting since December for a day like that.
There was no movement in the bush, not one track to follow, meaning I had to break my own trail. I assumed the deer were sleeping, it was early. This is never an easy job at the best of times, but when your hair hurts and every muscle burns it was a bit more difficult. I pushed on. Fuelled only by the beauty that surrounded me, pushing farther and farther into the trees covered with fluffy snow, I made my way, while never thinking that I had to eventually get myself back to the tractor.
I hit a wall, not a real wall; the, I need to call a cab wall. Well that was not possible so I leaned on a tree for a while and soaked in the soothing serene environment, and the warmth of the sun now peeking through the trees. I munched on a pear that I had brought for the trip. I could do this. I just had to pace myself.
I turned around and made my way foot by foot. Lifting my snow laden snowshoes through the deep snow I made it back to that red gate. I took off my snowshoes and dropped them over. I rolled my aching well-padded body over and landed on the ground. Picked myself up, pulled myself into the tractor and drove back to the house. I made it to the couch.
That is where I have been ever since. Netflix and I have enjoyed each other’s company. There are now mosquitoes buzzing around my head. Oh yes I said mosquitoes, I have no idea why but the snow is deep and they probably did not want to head outside.
Thanks to a quick search on Google, I have come to the conclusion I probably have West Nile disease. I do know that I could not possibly have the flu, because…… I had the shot.