Bowling Dreams!

Dreaming permits each and everyone of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives.
                                                 William Charles Dement

Preparing for my trip away has been going well or so I thought. You all know I had finally convinced Annie there will be no more delivery from the cute delivery girl and she seems to be dealing with that pretty well so My Hero has informed me. The cows have now been eased into night feeding instead of day feeding so that My Hero will be able to feed them after work while I am gone and not have to rush out in those dark early mornings to feed them before his “real job” and they seem fine with that so he has informed me.

Why I am I going by what he is saying you ask; well it seems there has been a wrench thrown into my plans my body has been invaded by an unwanted force of nature or beast that had crept in during the night while I slept and decided to stay.

My head feels like it has been hit with a bowling ball and I am one of those lovely pins. I was never very good at bowling so if it had of been my turn to throw I would have missed my head completely and the ball would be in the gutter and I would not have had to be searching the store shelves on Friday looking for industrial strength body invader killer just to cure myself so that I would not miss going away and spending time with my girls. Drat.

I rested most of the weekend trying not to exert too much of the little energy I had well except for the one trip with My Hero to the feed store to get salt for the cows and find a tire for the baler. I know it is not even close to haying time but “We must think ahead” I am told and they were on sale. Speaking of head OUCH, I lean on the side of the truck and try not to notice the beautiful barns that pass by my blurry eyes and try not to think of how I am going to walk around a feed store with this body that has failed me miserably.

I know you are asking yourself why I did not just stay home and sleep and let My Hero go by himself…… I guess my only answer to that question is that I like spending time with him and I am going to be leaving him for over a week (still hoping) to fend for himself so maybe a little guilt. He convinced me while I was staring into his deep brown eyes (works every time) that I would not have to do anything only rest and enjoy the view. I think he feels a little guilty for inviting this beast into our home in the first place. I must admit it was a lovely drive, except for the pounding headache, aching body, plugged ears requiring the word “What” over and over in our conversation. Yes it was a lovely drive.

We did make it to the feed store and I did drag myself into the drugstore next door to it to see if they had any stronger industrial strength body invader killer, which by the way had many coughing, snivelling body invaded people searching the empty shelves for the same thing, apparently there was a sale and it was all sold out. I dragged myself out the door empty-handed and headed into the feed store to find My Hero standing and staring at an empty wall where those baler tires should have been sitting. I guess everyone was thinking ahead to haying season too and heard about the sale. Drat. He threw the salt in the cart and we made our way back to the truck. I collapsed in the seat. I am pretty sure by this time I knew I should have stayed in bed.

 We drove back down the highway and I listened to the muffled sounds of My Hero trying to convince me I would be better by Easter Sunday and I would still be able to go see our girls. I closed my eyes and found myself dreaming about baler tires being tossed down a lane at my head while I stood under water and some of them not landing in the gutter, with big empty bottles of industrial strength body invader killer cheering from the side lines.

Later