Have you ever came to the end of a day, week, or month and had to seriously wonder if all of that really just happened? Every so often, we live surreal things. We wake up and realize we just lived what we most often only read about in books or the news. Some people look back and say things like, “It really wasn’t as dramatic as I imagined it would be.” Let me just say that those people need friends and family like mine. Drama is in no short supply around this chick. Let me be clear. I am not the least bit dramatic…only very descriptive. (Certain friends would strongly disagree, but that’s okay. I love them despite their misconceptions.)
Most folks who read my little blog live in the area that, like ours, was pelted by the 2012 Super Derecho. Just for the record, I think “super” shouldn’t have been included in its description. “Extremely Large Very Inconvenient Scary-as-all-get-out” or ELVIS, for short, seems much more appropriate. Since I live in my own reality, I’ve decided that henceforth, the storm will be referred to as Elvis. (Just a little heads-up to help you better understand the rest of the blog.)
So, here goes. That morning, my friend, Bek & I set out for a day at Sherwood Lake (really Lake Sherwood, except to the people who grew up there). Sidebar: ~Bek is my pal who keeps me grounded, but doesn’t let me dig my heels in too deep. She seems to know what’s Always on My Mind. Her It’s Now or Never attitude reminds me to seize the day, to not let Trouble drag you down and keep you there, because, it’s Funny How Time Slips Away. She helps me Get Back to what makes me happy when my Suspicion runs rampant and my mind convinces me I’m a failure. She’s my Sweet Brown In the Ghetto. (Only she will get that last one.) ~
So, off we go with our children in tow…wait that reminds me…my toe. Another sidebar: ~Before we met to go laking, I had to swing by my other friend’s house so she could check out my toe. Now, despite the fact that my toes possess a natural beauty that people “can’t help falling in love” with, she only wanted to see it because I had been “cryin’ all the time” with it. It’s good to explain here that she’s not just my friend, but my doctor as well. She was pretty sure it was gout and ordered some tests to confirm that. She was right, by the way. Of course, I wasn’t about to delay my fun in the sun with my Sweet Brown, so I decided to wait and get the tests done the next day. She, of course, looked at me like I was crazy to put it off. She was right, by the way. (Please don’t tell her I said that twice!)~
So, since Fools Rush In, we trek up to Sherwood, and, despite the quickly worsening toe pain, have a great time, watching our kids swim and picnicking under the shade trees. We make it back to town and sit down on the porch to enjoy supper at a local pizzeria, when we’re asked to come inside since a storm is coming. No biggie, right? Ummm…wrong. It was, most definitely, a biggie. Long story short, we spent the next four hours making a normally twenty minute trip. What we thought was going to be a little Kentucky Rain ended up being the Devil in Disguise, and the song running through my mind was If I Get Home on Christmas Day. (Okay, not really. But still.) Even longer story short, we spent most of the next week together with no power or water, running (me hobbling) back and forth between water holes, trying to cool off or bathe.
One Night can change everything, can’t it? It changed a lot for me. I kept thinking of a skit Bro. Randall Topping did at church camp one year called “The Big Toe of Sin”. Now, let me quell Suspicious Minds…I don’t believe I had gout to be punished, but I do believe it may have been a wake-up call, of sorts. I’ve spent too much time lately at Heartbreak Hotel. I would be lying to pretend I’m not still struggling, but just like the night Elvis danced through our neck of the woods, I’m Gonna Get Back Home Someway.
So, there you go. Undoubtedly, my cheesiest blog yet. Don’t Be Cruel. I don’t get out much. And, whatever you do…lay off my Blue Suede Shoes.
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