A few minutes before noon here, my husband came upstairs to see if I was still breathing. Yes, I was still in bed sound asleep. My fuzzy one was cuddled beside me and must've known that I needed the extra hours of rest after dancing my heart out last night at an old-fashioned barn dance.
We, and our friends, look forward to this annual event and are ever so happy to be included on the invitation list. This is no ordinary barn. It's been completely renovated, and the dances are are held in what originally was the hay mow. This is a far cry from the days we harvested loose hay, before bales even, and our putt-putt John Deere tractor pulled the trip rope with a forkful of hay up and into the hay mow. We called them "putt-putts" because that's what they sounded like. I spent hours and hours sitting on the grass watching our family fill the hay mow, but my daddy wouldn't allow me to operate a tractor or get near any part of farming where I could have been hurt. I don't know how many times I was told to "stand back and out of the way."
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Think I'm going to take the day off and simply lounge around, watch some t.v., and spend time with my fuzzy little girl. She's been left behind quite a bit lately, and is starting to express her frustration with us. Dogs are furry people, but I think a person has to be born with a few canine genes themselves in order to fully appreciate that statement. Actually, I was born with more than a few. (giggle)
Hope everyone is enjoying their day. If any of my readers are having a tough time with life right now, well, please know that you will be included in my night prayers.