Yesterday there was an earthquake in Oklahoma, and I felt it here. I often feel the ones from Oklahoma. They are so tiny by the time they get to Missouri, you'd never feel them if you were up doing things, but I was sitting on the couch reading at the time. I even went to Facebook and typed, "Did I just feel a small earthquake?" Within five minutes people started sending me news items about the 4.4 event in Oklahoma. I always heard animals get nervous before an earthquake, but Gabe was sound asleep on my lap both before and during the minor event. Thunder makes him a little nervous, though.
Yesterday I guess you could say I lost the whole day. I have a touchy stomach, and it ruins an occasional day for me once in awhile. I'm not deathly sick, you understand, but I don't feel like doing much, either. The doctor told me I have gallstones a while back, and I can't help but wonder if that's what causes my occasional indigestion; I wonder why I don't just ask her about that. But I digress.
Cliff had planned for a long time to hook up to our big trailer, go to his brother's place, load up an ancient backhoe he had borrowed from a cousin, and haul it home. "Home" is over 100 miles away at the Lake of the Ozarks; Cliff didn't enjoy loading it up and bringing it home months ago, and he surely didn't look forward to returning it, but it's his only remaining brother, and he sort of likes him.
I'm always wanting to turn something like this into a road trip, and at one point I discussed going along for the ride, taking my dog Gabe with me. I figured that way I'd have something to amuse me while three guys messed around down there with the business of unloading the monstrosity. However, I saw Cliff sort of stressing about the trip and really dreading it, I began to have doubts. I told him, "I think you have enough to worry about today without having to cater to me and my dog, bathroom stops, and all that."
"You may be right," he said. I'd had doubts about going anyway, because I knew they weren't going to have an easy time loading that thing. Any time Cliff loads a tractor onto a trailer, I turn my eyes in the opposite direction. He's very careful, but I've heard horror stories of people getting hurt or dying in a tractor-loading accident. So I opted to stay home, where I still worried, but had quiet surroundings and the good sense to pray every once in awhile if I caught myself worrying.
I did want some pictures of his day, though. He seldom remembers to use his cell phone to take photos, so I asked him to take pictures if he thought about it. He left sometime after 8 AM. When he returned almost 12 hours later, I said, "Well, how did it go?"
He groaned, "Everything that could have gone wrong went wrong."
Then he showed me this picture:
See, Phil isn't bothered by the things that drive Cliff crazy. Everybody's different, and what's important to Cliff isn't a big deal to his brother. If he needs my husband's help working on a tractor or implement, Cliff has him bring it here. Cliff's shop is neat, with a place for everything (unlike his clutter-bug wife, who can't usually find her shoes). If he's going to do a lot of work on someone else's stuff, he'd rather do it here. He knows where every tool is. At his brother's house, it's a game of hide and seek.
I would have been scared to death, if I'd been there. I wouldn't have been watching, but I would have heard that thing hit the ground and maybe had a heart attack. All I can say is, I'm glad I prayed a few times. No, I'm not taking the credit here. But the praying helped keep me from worrying.
All's well that ends well, right? And Cliff told his brother he wasn't ever going to haul the backhoe again.
I will leave you with a recipe I found on my favorite recipe site, Allrecipes.com. Blueberries were 99 cents at Price Chopper, and I wanted to make some blueberry muffins. The recipe is "To-Die-For-Blueberry Muffins". The reviews were almost all five-star. How could I go wrong, with that name for the recipe and so many wonderful reviews? They have a sugary topping that I was sure would be over-the-top good, and I thought what a nice surprise Cliff would have when he got up, even though we could only have one, due to calorie content.
Well, the topping hardened like cement, and we weren't either one impressed. I put them in a tight-sealing, clear container, but last night I told Cliff I thought I'd just toss them. He didn't have any objection. This morning I got out the container to throw them away, but decided I'd take a bite first, just to make sure I was doing the right thing. I'll swear, they were indeed "to-die-for"! We each had one for breakfast, and they were that good. Somehow, being enclosed in that tight container sort of softened up that hard crust from yesterday and made them perfect. The recipe is HERE if you want to try it. Just don't eat them right out of the oven. At least, that's my experience.
Have a wonderful day.