I have to share one last thought about the trip to National’s. Everybody there knows my legs are giving me trouble, and I just can’t move around like I used to. And a long trip wears me out, so I’m a little more pathetic than usual, perhaps. I have my ups and downs, but I thank the Lord for a good existence, and with a little rest, I recover.
The trip home got stretched out a little bit, but not by bad luck, just because I took a couple breaks. Lincoln and I got in just before midnight, I pulled out the necessities, and left everything for Monday. Even with a little bit of trouble going up, I loved the trip, loved hanging with you guys, and winning the little award was a treat.
Soooo, feeling good about myself, ready to take on anything, when I took Lincoln out for a walk about 7 AM planning on cleaning up and mowing some grass, I stepped out the door and was immediately attacked by a group of wasps or yellow jackets, and I got three bites: a tiny one on the lip, which just annoyed me for the one day, a major hit on the knuckle of my right hand index finger, and one on the back of my shoulder.
My hand has swelled up like a balloon, and I can’t see it, but I think my back is the same, but fortunately, the little tiny hit on my lip just irritated me for the day. Lord knows my head is swollen already.
I figured if the guys on the trip could picture it, I wouldn’t look as pathetic as when I was sitting in the chair up there.
Ya just gotta laugh! At least I didn’t have to go to work in the grass can wait another day.!