Mired in the Muck...

Whoa!  I’m in the present century at last!  TV!!!  With all the bizillions of channels, recording options…you know, television luxury.  I’m still learning this new system, but oh, is it nice to have TV again!

We’ve had a lot of rain over the past week.  The last few days it stopped – I tell you this before I tell you about my latest fiasco of country living.  I had to go to the high/middle schools yesterday.  Which is all dirt roads once you leave the highway…  Well, it looked ok as I drove my usual way to the building where we see kids.  As the saying goes, looks can be deceiving.  I wasn’t in my own car (thank heavens…) – we have a fleet of vehicles that we check out when we need to go somewhere.  Anyway, I was in the mini-van, and was driving on the side of the “road” (so to speak) to stay out of the ruts that looked bad.  You got it, it didn’t take me long before I was stuck!  Of course, I also didn’t have mud-walking shoes on, but I had to get out to go get help.  I walked through the muck, collecting oodles and gobs of goo on my shoes and trekked over to the high school main office.  It made their day, this ‘gringa’ having gotten stuck and I got plenty of razzing.  After they stopped grabbing their sides in laughter, they called maintenance to tow me out.  I was hoping I wouldn’t have to confess at work…only wouldn’t you know?  There was an emergency so while I was in the office waiting for rescue, my assistant called to have me come back.  Well, I’ll be there as soon as they get me out…

Actually I had just ordered some rain boots.  They have since arrived and will now accompany me whenever there is or has been rain…  More aptly named “mud boots”.  I will also drive the other way around – apparently part of the dirt roads have been sprinkled with rock, which keeps vehicles, and shoes, out of the muck.

We’ve had three days of emergencies, two for me and one for the other psychologist.  Trial by fire..   I’ve learned a lot.  I also learned from a super great police officer that my theory about attempted suicide as a criminal matter is what I thought at first, it’s a safety issue since there really is nowhere else for people to be safe.  Typically, that’s all it is and no criminal charges occur.  Not super comfy or nurturing, but safe.

That’s it today from…little house on the res!