Yesterday I was exhausted. Tonight I am even more exhausted, even though I slept well. It has been a lonnnnnng couple of days at school. Get the picture? School pictures yesterday. Get me out of here! I am going home to be outside.
Last night I went home to hiking in my black lycra running pants. I look pretty hot in these and my sports bra. Just too cold to go too exposed just yet. The pants have become too large now and droop off my butt when I drive legs and pound feet in running the hills. I stride across a soggy hay field, or jog down a tar chip, old Lincoln Highway letting my quads and calves carry the conversion toward silence and certain heavy breathing. Yes! Invigoration. 🙂
Last night I was semi running up the back road with Mark and the dogs. Had to stop. So much MUD! Yes. But I stopped for something else. The dogs sited a sickly, wounded doe and took off after the dumb, spooked thing. They stalked it to the point of pouncing. The deer cried out. My stomach turned to sick. What would happen?
Mark yelled. They would not call off! I became worried. Mark took action. He ran after them and caught up with a big stick. Finally Jimmer and Boozer let the creature hop away. After a few moments that felt like forever, I saw the bouncing, deflated ball on the karaoke. The beast moved about the same as before, no worse for wear. I had to wonder if our dogs would have killed it if we had not intervened. I think yes. Maybe.
This was terrifying, really. I stood my distance through all of this. I was speechless, unable to approach for fear of what I would find. A certain slaughter perhaps. No. My mostly lovable, possessed boys stopped after much shouting and profanity from a normally very silent, mild mannered man. Some nights I do not know this man is even in my house, so this was exceptional. I kept my distance from him as well.
We were not all that far from home when this happened. So once the suspects were apprehended, we took the dogs back to the barn and tied them up. No walk after this thing. Bad habits are hard to break. Good, and better ones, not easy to make. All we, like bad dogs have gone a hunting….gone astray. Ha ha.
As the three made their return, I stepped aside. Did not make eye contact with my boys at all. Well, not with the dogs, anyway. I felt bad for all of them. The deer included.
Mark was angry, yes, disappointed too, even embarrassed I think. Embarrassed for me to see that in spite of all the wonderful things he has managed to teach our pets, like staying in the bed of the truck for hours while on an ambulance run, the biggest lesson remains unmastered: How to not be NATURAL BORN KILLERS. The reality is our dogs are still very uncontrollable and no effort appears to be working to change them. The fact is that deep down are wired wild instincts. I think this is true for me some days, or nights.
With the dogs tied up, we turned around and tried our hike again. So MUDDY. So muddy it was almost not fun. Still fun. I thought how some of life’s decisions and the consequences tend to hang on like red clay. This lowly sediment is hard to shake. It leg locks around the tread of my speckled sage hen hiking boots and won’t let go.
The slippery side effect in falling is risky too. The journey is unstable with patches of snow and ice mixed with muck. A bit scary because one false step could result in a muddy tragic fall down the steep, into sage brush, cactus, rocks. A tumble down the deer trailed hill like a bumbled muddy buddy shaker snack which my girls like to make in our kitchen for parties.
In spite of the challenge, and maybe because of it, I love running the hills, taking a divergent path off and away from the quicksand. Mud bog back road. It is fun to do new and different even if it is a dirty business.
Mark with his muck boots on, got along well regardless the path. Not me. I was ill equipped in my boot selection. Still, it didn’t stop me. What’s a little mud after all? This is my Olympic Creed in adventuring. It hasn’t harmed me much yet. ha ha.
On the way back we took a detour down through large, over worked alfalfa fields. This was wonderful. Open space……opened my mind to other than unpredictable paths. This a metaphor for imagination. The cows gawked on chewing cud like any other day. I gazed past herbivores, some ten miles to the north and beyond to purple mountain majesty. The late afternoon sunlight cast soothing shadows speaking peace to my soul. “Oh Lord, my God, When I in awesome wonder, consider all the worlds Thy hands have made…..” I love considering this song….when NOT at a funeral!
So yes. I love this part of my day and night. Coming home, first glimpse of new green grass, and the beginning of auld lang signs of muddy Spring!!!!! Hooray. Boing. Boing! “I’m I-Ready” for daylight! Bring it, bring it, bring it! Mud and everything else if it means a FULL measure of sun and Summer soon to come!
The rest of the school year will now fly on fast wings! I will have to hold on in this four-wheeling adventure into Opera and yearning for out!! The children will become increasingly restless, not doubt. It could get a bit muddy at school as well. Oh, dear. Oh, deer.
I think of a picture book I sometimes use in teaching language, words, homophones. I’m tired of thinking, I think. Time to speed like my Speed Racer fast self in my Pearl, eighty-miles- per- hour to home and see some more raggedy, half starved deer. We will seek for spring and green, new grass together. Maybe I’ll even find an egg from Creamy tonight!