Jewells of Thought

Do you ever get into conversations you wish you hadn’t started? Especially when you are driving? No I don’t mean anything to do with iPhones! This is completely about conversations in the car before you decide where you are going to go!

Okay I was totally alert I was looking back as I went backwards. Yet I missed something. To begin with I actually didn’t have my phone with me it was plugged in at home. I had wanted to have it more charged before we took off. Then it was time to take off and I forgot all about it because it was in Dad’s charger. I do this after he goes to work sometimes. Mom and Uncle Tony had theirs I was going to just forget about it this time.

As I got out of our driveway we were still deciding which way to go well we finally decided on Sullivan. However, I realized I didn’t want to go the back way after the road grater went down the back road I didn’t want to go that direction, but I also didn’t want to go past the railroad tracks either it feels like it will tear the bottom of the car up each time we have to go that route. So I opted to backtrack and backup into the lane that we usually mow between the ditch and the field. I believed I had the space, however when I couldn’t pull the car back up I realized my folly.

When I couldn’t even open my door fully to get out I realized I was stuck. After some fidgeting my Uncle finally went to the neighbors to see if he could help. He wasn’t going to be home for another hour though. Before I heard that though I couldn’t just sit still and I kept fidgeting. I guess I’m a bit like Dad and Grandpa, but I don’t like being stuck. Plus I was raised to be a Farmers Daughter there’s just some things we girls have to do when our men aren’t around. I was taught to charge up my engine when I had my lights on too long. I even helped some others start their engines a few times because I had my chargers.

It’s really tires I need to work on!

Honestly it has been a while since I personally mowed in this area and I just completely misjudged the depth between the field and the ditch. I am just so grateful the Lord gave me the way to get the car freed from its bondage of the ditch and that no one was hurt. It did make for an interesting late afternoon. It will not make for the greatest conversation with Dad tomorrow except that I did get it out of the ditch without too much effort and lack of scrapes only it does have more dirt after mom and I just washed the car on Saturday.

Does anything like this ever happen to you?

I remember a time when a couple of different cousins ended up in ditches. Now all of a sudden this has happened twice to me in two years. Never say never. I will never forget when Grandpa Freddy found out about a certain cousin in a ditch it was the talk for quite a while. I am certainly glad I didn’t give him that to talk about myself then; but goodness what would he say now.