When the sun shines I feel just like the calves that we had when Orlin and I farmed. On a good day we would let them out of the pens and into the pasture and they would run; kick up their heels and frolic. Well . . . to tell the truth, my frolicking days are more like stepping out of the house via the back door with a cup of hot steaming coffee and just suck in the sunshine and fresh air. In my mind I am kicking up my heels and running through our acre.
Our minds can get us trough a tremendous amount. Dennis and I often comment to each other . . . and sometimes we are commenting to ourselves that all in all, even in some bumpy days we can find the positive in it. My finger dexterity gets me bending over for some good aerobic exercise as I may drop more than I can hang onto.
Positive thinking turns into finding ways of Dennis and me getting most of our work done on our own. We grunt. We groan. We take a lot of breaks. Each evening one of us asks of the other “What are we going to do tomorrow?” Nothing comes to mind. Invariably, the new day brings activity to the forefront. Dennis enjoys going to one of the apartment complexes to have coffee with life long acquaintances once or twice a week. A comment that Dennis has made there has come back to me: “Anyone that says they don’t have anything to do and they are bored should come and visit with my wife. She will find something to do on a dime.” Silly ole cowboy.
The sun is setting and I am enjoying a cold cup of breakfast coffee. My frolicking for the day is done. It was a day like many: it was a great day and we managed to get some local effort worked into the day and will be ready for another one tomorrow: God willing.