until he has time to plow. The horse water now freezes more often, so it has to be dealt with and monitored. And driving is far more difficult for me.
I will not drive at night. Rehearsal #2 was tonight, in town. A friend was supposed to pick me up at the highway intersection. He was a no show. I headed home right before dark and promptly got the red car stuck in the unplowed driveway. Grr, grr, grr. The city people won’t understand why I was not there for rehearsal tonight. This is because they all drive newer cars. And the city people won’t understand why I won’t be there for rehearsal on Saturday morning, at 9:30 a.m. The main reason is that it will still be dark and I am not going to drive in the dark. The secondary reason is that Pete and I are not early risers. This is because he teaches night classes on Wednesdays and Thursdays. So we have gotten into the habit of getting up late. Late – I am talking 9 a.m. in the winter. We do not greet the sunrise, rather it greets us. We get up at 8 a.m. in the summer. We seldom set the alarm clock.
Pete then gets the fire and breakfast going, and I tend to the animals, feeding and cleaning up poop. I also break up the frozen water in their buckets. He then runs fresh hot water down to them in the sled. By 10:30 a.m. we are ready to face the world. This is the time in that on school days Pete heads in to the college.
This works for us. Once in a great while we must concede that we have to get up earlier for one reason or another, and we do. Like tomorrow – Pete has to take the truck in for repairs before school.
Some might say that we need to get with the program and a good place to begin would be with me getting my lazy ass out of bed and appearing for that altogether too early rehearsal. Folks, it ain’t going to happen. If I must, I will forgo telling my story, which will then remain an untold story. That’s the title of the event – Untold Stories.
Really, every day, I have more stories to tell. This is yet another one.
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