We are blessed today because it is raining. In Texas, rain is always a blessing. It is even more of a blessing when your husband works only a few miles from the house, because that means they get rained out. When Ben was working on a pipeline about ten miles from where we live in his hometown last year, I would always get so jealous when I would receive a text message from him that said they were rained out. Of course, that was back when I had a full-time job and rain had no effect on my work status.
As luck would have it, at his current job in Oklahoma, rain has no effect on his daily work routine. He is stuck at work even when everyone else working out on the line is rained out. It may sound strange, but when I talked to him this morning and he said it was raining, I almost didn’t feel like six hours and 420 miles separated us. I felt like the rain was our common denominator and therefore, we were closer than in reality.
I get asked pretty regularly about why I don’t just live in Oklahoma with him while he works. There are a few answers to that question. The first one is that we have too many animals. As of last night, we have 26 horses and six dogs. I say last night, because I sold a puppy to a man, his wife and their twin 5 year-old boys yesterday. We have Australian Shepherds. For anyone who doesn’t know, these are a herding dog. They are mainly used for cattle. The second answer is our house. I love our home and I love owning a home. I have to be here a certain amount of time because the grass needs to be mowed and the bills need paid. Once this summer, I went away for 14 days. There was so much mail waiting when I got home that the post office had put a key in the box and my overflow mail was in one of those boxes designated for packages. My third answer is our son, Cooper. He will be three months old on October 9. We have doctor appointments and family and friends here. Plus, living in a travel trailer with an infant and all of their playmats, diapers, blankets, clothes, medication, strollers, bouncy chairs, ect. can make even the largest, most luxurious travel trailer seem small.
Anyway, to make a long story short, my dream has always been to write. This is my attempt to get my creative juices flowing again. My dream is to one day write a book. I thought I would start small and just write about my life. I will not make any apologizes if you think what I write is boring. My simple solution for that problem is this: don’t read it.