Taking inspiration and putting it into action

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I have been noticing @MMFlint (Michael Moore) talking about taking a walk (#miketakesawalk) for a few days now. It triggered my guilt reflex because walking is something I ought to have been doing for months now. I even had a goal last year to walk 2 miles everyday for a month. At the time, people pointed out to me how unrealistic it seemed and I agreed with them. I just thought that it would only serve to inspire me to do if even half of it. I never did.

Today, I actually got an early start to my day and was up and early at the computer at about 7am looking into my school discussion board. Class started today and I had promised myself from the last class that I’d start my days with school instead of trying to finish with it. It didn’t quite work out the way I had imagined because I started Skype and work colleagues attacked me with a vengeance. A work vengeance anyway.

At about 11, I decided I was going to take a damn walk!

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I walked halfway around our little circular lake community to the community Center and sat on the deck looking out over the covered pool and lake while the rain dripped and drizzled. There was no one there, it was peaceful and oh so sublime. At that moment, I felt the full effect and blessing of living in this secluded community that is such a gem in the middle of nowhere. At that moment, I knew I had to hold onto this experience and milk it as thoroughly as possible.

When I first left home, I had thought I might not get that far. When I got there, I thought the return home might be difficult to come back. But just sitting there on the deck renewed me in ways I cannot explain. Walking back was actually more pleasant and more enjoyable than the walk there.

As a bonus,I met our mail woman on the way back and had the most awesome conversation I have had since Paul the Wood Guy brought our wood here. We talked about the weather … of course, what else is there to talk about in the Pacific Northwest? Pleasant conversation and we both left feeling elevated, I am sure. (Amazing how human communication works, isn’t it? You share a story, I commiserate or applaud, and then I share a story, and you commiserate or applaud, then we both wish each other well and move on.) I sent a text to hubby saying “She’s awesome. I’m awesome. I’m …. Yay me!”

The best part of it is that I did that in the rain without so much as a blink of an eye. Which tells me that the weather is not going to be a problem.

Dammit! I think I need to do this tomorrow again!!!

Everybody deserves a little excitement

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Yep – we all deserve a little excitement in life every now and then. I just prefer that mine not have to do with sitting in a mud-bound jeep for just under an hour waiting for someone to come literally “yank” us out.

I got something like 5 hours sleep last night because I had to be up early to collaborate with schoolmates on an assignment. Nevermind why I didn’t go to  bed early or what I was doing why I went to bed in the first place. This is not the time or place for WoW discussions. *smirk*

The idea, today, was to take the half-asleep wife out to the mud holes to show her just how “uber” our Rubicon is in the mud. Well, that was all well and good until one realizes that the half-asleep wife is a worry-wart who doesn’t really have fun in the same ways he does.

We were going great too – until I decided to weigh in and say “While I can see how this is fun, I am not having all that much fun because I am too preoccupied with worrying whether we’re going to get stuck or something…” Hubby goes “We’re not going to get stuck! I was out here just the other night…”

And predictably, what happens? We get hung up on a mud bar. Let me explain. These particular trails are swampland on the banks of a river. They are literally mud tracks through the woods full of mud and water and tree branches, etc. Well, hubby turned a corner and said “this particular hole is a little deep”. And while I tried to figure out why we were going in anyway, he launches the Rubicon in full throttle and we grind to a halt.

Presumably, we’re stuck, but when he gets out and watches while I try to maneuver the jeep out, he realizes that the wheels are all moving freely and when we turn the wheels all the way, we notice that the front axle is hung up on a mud pack in the middle of the road. You know that part of a track that gets built up when the tire ruts on either side keep getting deeper and deeper?

While we wait for help (because help is what we needed), hubby took pictures. I refused to get out of the Jeep simply because I didn’t feel there was need for me to get as muddy as he did.

Stuck

The Cavalry arrived…

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And hauled our asses out … well, yanked is more accurate description

The after

Man, it doesn’t even look half as bad as it felt sitting in the driver’s seat. But we’re home and all is well and I can say I had a pretty exciting day. Although … I won’t be game for that kind of excitement anytime again soon….

Boots

At least my boots got to see some “real” action.