“What’s meant for you will come to you in exactly the right way.” ~ Unknown
For the first time since Sunday I left the house in the car. I let the other drivers do the heavy lifting on the street this week, packing down the snow into something navigable for a low-riding sporty car. Despite the -18 temp this morning, the car, affectionately named Bella, started right up. Not bad for a ten year old that hadn’t been started in nearly a week. Then, down the road we went without a single tire spin to pick up Stacy for our hunt and gather mission ahead of tonight’s winter storm.
Now, you might think I learned to dress like this when I lived in Alaska. You’d be wrong, although this get-up would certainly work there. No, this is what I wore when I worked for Maggie Jacobs on her horse farm fourteen years ago. My last December with her was one of the coldest Decembers in Kentucky history. We spent over three weeks at twenty degrees. When I took a desk job, I vowed to keep my horse farm gear because you just never know when you’ll need them again. I wore the outfit to Kroger on our hunt and gather mission. Those Carharts are stained with God knows what. The warmest gear I’ve ever had for my head makes me look like a terrorist. My feet are so small under the overalls you can’t really see them, so I look like footless legs waddling down the aisle. It brought back such fond memories. If I still had my pickup truck, I would have driven out to help Maggie with her horses again. She would have recognized me.
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