Autumnal-thought
Burning-bush bleeds crimson like the sacred-blood of Jesus!
Plus:
Day 332
Dumping Beth in
the creek while pulling her on a saucer in the
snow behind the
truck---foot in the air was all you could see
I
really thought my shenanigans had killed my little girl, that night.
I
reckon the chances of me ever really growing up are pretty slim. Indeed!
Snow delights my
“immature” spirit like a 4-year old kid; probably my true development!?
So?
Here comes the snow! Wow! Great! Let’s have some real fun!
We
hook up a 30-foot nylon rope to a metal snow-saucer hooking the other end to
the bumper hitch on the 4-wheel drive pick-up truck. It is dark and the flakes
are falling with abandon; our front yard is some 400+ feet long and 75 feet
wide; the flood lights are on. Perfect! For---fun!
Daughter
Beth bravely takes her perch on the green metal snow saucer trusting ole Dad,
who loves her dearly, to fly the chariot through the deepening fluff giving her
a ride never to forget.
We
made several passes up and down the yard; ole Dad seemed to be getting wilder,
if that is at all possible, going faster and faster and making sharp turns
“sailing” the space-saucer on an arc
of “thrills & spills”. And---Yeah!...Finally the “crazy”-man got daughter
Beth a bit too close to the creek and…she and the saucer disappeared! Uh! Oh!
When
I got the fiery chariot under control and came around to shine the headlights
into the creek where she had last been seen, all Dad, Mom and Becky could see
was one black boot sticking up above the bank of the rock bottom creek. “Oh! My
God! I think I killed her!”
But,
I have a very fine guardian angel (I bet he wonders what he ever did to deserve
such an absolute Rebel! Rascal! Rogue!
Rapscallion! As me to protect) and he saved Beth---and…me!
She
was laughing at the wild adventure and wanted me to do it again; we did,
without death!
I
just seem to always have to push the envelope. Hell! I don’t believe in limits.
Our
long field up on the hill was ¾ of a mile long; we did our little snow saucer
drama there.
The
kids once had a friend from the city, not really the rugged outdoor type, I put
him on the saucer and gave him a flying ride the length of that long stretch;
when we got to the other end, he looked just like Frosty-the-Snowman. As I
recollect---he was smarter than I thought…he never came back! Hmm! Just maybe
there is some redemption in a
hopeless wonder!? I reckon so!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Will he ever grow up?”
Memories!
No comments:
Post a Comment