I am in the “thick of it” here. It is the time of the assignment where it feels like the hole is getting deeper and deeper, and the light at the end of the tunnel is getting further away. I have had recent days that my “mood elevator” is in the dungeon, of which I am mindful. I expressed this to the administrator one day and she laughed. She told me that she liked this mood of mine, but I quickly informed her that I don’t. Progress seems slow right now and at times it is difficult to stay motivated or keep the end goal in mind. We seem to be in a perpetual reactive state, which is exhausting and not sustainable. Murphy’s 3rd, 12th, and 13th law have been in full effect (3rd- Everything takes longer than you think it will, 12th- Whenever you set out to do something, something else must be done first, & 13th- Every solution breeds new problems). I guess this is where that “fortitude” of mine kicks in. The only way that I know how to get through anything difficult is to keep pushing on, past exhaustion and frustration with hopes that everything will come to fruition. I lean strongly on the biblical promise in Galations, “Let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not”.
The past several weeks have been full of misadventures and somewhat of a “comedy of errors” (Murphy’s 1st law- Anything that can go wrong will go wrong). We have had the luxury of making frequent visits home to Texas since the assignment is within a days drive. For whatever reason, the trips have all been full of misfortune and angst.
On our first trip back from visiting home, we were 250 miles into the trip when I realized that I had left the camper keys in Texas. This was on a Sunday afternoon and finding a locksmith to meet us at the campgrounds was not easy (and very expensive). I was very grateful for my husbands response to the situation (I begged him to be kind prior to telling him the news), so he was gracious, which to be honest is difficult for him most of the time. He has always had a low tone vagus nerve and has been accused of having a “temper”. I wouldn’t have blamed him for being angry, I was disgusted myself.
Our next trip back included the horses and trailer. On the way to the trainers house, Google maps sent him down an unfinished road (in the middle of a snowstorm, which meant the road was covered in snow). He had no idea that the road was not finished until the truck and trailer sank. He was there for hours waiting on help (freezing cold and with the dogs). They were not able to pull the truck out, so he had to unload the horses, walk them to the closest paved road, and leave the truck/trailer over night until the next morning.
During the same visit, the ice/snow conditions continued (Murphys 10th law- Mother nature is a bitch). On the way to the roping arena, the trailer (full of horses) slid off the road and crunched the side of his truck. They were able to get the horses out safely, but we are now in the market for a flat bed to replace the damaged truck bed.
I guess it all just comes with the territory. The more you travel, the more likely you are to have some difficulty. Which leads to Murphy’s 8th law- If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something.