This stud is the culprit of sore hands and a bruised ego tonight. Fighting him (Banjo) this afternoon in the sheeting rain to get under shelter, sliding through mud barefoot trying to keep a grip on a slippery chain while thunder crashing loudly  just above. Finally getting in safely, thoroughly soaked I stomped up towards the house fuming mad! then it dawned on me… “this is the best thing thats happened to me all week”. So I stood there raised my hands in surrender and let the showers pour down my face drenching whatever dry was left.

Lesson learned.

One thought on “Rain

  1. Bekah,

    You had me at ‘yurt.’ But this post? Breaks my heart & then puts it back together again!

    Keep your chin up, love. & thanks for being the feisty spirit that you are — it’s quite inspiring.

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