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On A Personal Note...
You know I was beginning to think that my mind had finally shut down...you know I could not think of a single thing to "note" you on this month...until my Bobcat Trackloader hit a bog! Yep, that is what I said, a bog!
You see I was chasing cows...I know that does not make sense, but neither does half the stuff we do make sense. :o) To explain...there is a pasture that is leased out next to our land...the fences are not very good so the cows take a very often stroll over to our place and try to tear up everything in sight. It is not their fault, mind you, but they do none the less and it tends to drive me (and Ms. Jude) a tad bit crazy! Yesterday it happened again - for the fourth or fifth day in a row, so I decided that I would get out the ol' metal bull and direct the heifers back to their home. Well, all went better than I had hoped and soon the "ladies" were back where they belonged.
Now, being the good neighbor that I am, I decided to go along the fence line and note all the places that needed repair. To make it easier for the "other" folks to get to the needed repair sites, I decided I would clear our side of the fence and make it easier for them...or to state it more correctly, I wanted to make sure they did not miss any holes! :o) Everything was going great until I hit a bog! Yep, all was dry and I was not watching where I might run into trouble and before I know it my six ton "bull" was sinking away.
Now, that was not the foolish thing I did, because anyone can run into problems that bog us down. The foolish problem, or mistake, I had to deal with was a Trackloader that was running short on fuel...without my awareness. I kept trying to get out of that bog, and was making some progress when the machine made the sound that indicates low fuel...well, instead of stopping and getting the assistance I needed, I kept trying to slowly get out...then I ran out of fuel.
My problem had now grown to a triple problem, because once you run out of fuel in one of these wonderful earth movers, they just do not start right up...and the fuel tank is inside the rear cover for protection...did I mention that I was in a bog??? The rear cover was now in a position that said it could not be opened!
Well, we are now at the Southern Select Alpaca Show in Tenn. and yes, my beloved Bobcat is still in the bog...in Georgia!
Now, does this sound like something we all may do? Of course not!!! But, I bet that 99% of us have placed ourselves in one of life's bogs...tried to free ourselves without calling on others...and finally felt like we had run out of fuel. I do not anticipate that my Bobcat will have a permanent place in that bog, it will only take my extreme intelligence...and a lot of help from someone much more adapt at getting the stated problem solved...just as it takes us getting help from the right folks when we need it in other situations. Family, friends...and yes, professional help is often needed to avoid the bogs that we run into each day...it just takes us using our heads, and sometimes hearts to see the way, don't you think?
Being in Sevierville, TN this weekend is probably the best thing for me...even though I am quite weary from trying to free my steel friend. I really do need a moment to pause and think...so I have decided to do just that! I am probably sitting at the arena, sipping on a good mug of The Alpaca Bean Coffee as you read this. I am probably thinking how thankful I am that our son-in-law Phil was with me as I went through that adventure...and how I am going to convince him he really wants to come back!!! :o) Maybe, since he is sitting here with me enjoying a mug of The Alpaca Bean Coffee, he will have forgotten the mud, the muddy water, the diesel that splashed on his face and in his mouth...do you think? I can hear you saying, "Are you kidding me???"
Well, whenever you run into one of those "life bogs", just think of my steel friend...and stop to think about all your friends, family, and yes, even professionals, that can help you get out of that bog. Just know that I am thinking and praying for each of you...and myself...today.
Peace,
The Coffeeman
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