Life Is About Mud Puddles

 Life is about mud puddles is what I once believed as a boy on those days when on the way to or back from school I did go, during, before and after the rain.  I remember Granada High School and the creek that ran between it and the main road across town.  On those days that the water was over the bike path was a good time to make friends.  I still smile thinking the number of people I carried on my back to keep their feet from getting wet as I played taxi.  It is not my fault they were all girls.  Then walking into class  late soaked on the days I actually went were those rare occasions I was given my excuse by the teacher.

 Of course that was only a short portion of my life but even after mud puddles were still important like the time I was working the Farmer's Fair near Lake Perris, the stage was set on the inside field of the dirt track behind off to one end was a mud pit.  One day Charlie Daniels was late arriving so jumping into my small pickup I did what any boy would and should do when the opportunity presented itself, I went and got stuck thankfully there was help to pull me out so Charlie's fans did not have to miss their show.  It was moments such as these that I think cement relationships

 In reality it is not so much about the mud puddle as it is more or less about finding adventure in your own surroundings.  Today for me it was after hearing a nearby river had crested portions of it banks I decided to take a drive and go verify for myself that this was the case.  I asked my daughter if she wanted to go along but a friend of hers from church had come over and since her parents think I am evil that was not going to happen, you would think after six years of me feeding their children when they are over and them not feeding mine when she visits their house they would have a clue who the evil one is but alas I suppose they do not teach that in church.  No matter our daughters are still friends and I encourage that as neither of them got to choose their parents.

 Well anyway at first my wife was not going to go and before I could get off our dirt road she called and said she would go, the fact is it is her car as all mine have been sold over the years.  The fact it is a jeep is its only saving grace as it is just too short so when I got up through several areas of flooding and came to much wider spot and saw how deep it was on the trucks I chose to turn around instead of continuing see I am smarter than I look particularly when my wife is in the car.  Stopping along the Hood Canal to take a few photos and would you believe when I looked down I found a buck floating in the sea water.  Hey this hobby of exploring has paid off. Maybe not so much for the livestock who are used to grazing the fields now under water but hey they can go across the street as the grass there is greener at least for now.

Heading back to town well, I wished I could explore some more but don't thing my wife would appreciate sleeping in the back of her jeep in the mountains where it was snowing, me I would not mind a bit, but even though the flag I saw flying reminded me of my freedoms I know I have to make a sacrifice so will have to be content to ponder life as I look at the sunset.