In Reply to: Re: except posted by Laura on September 08, 2004 at 06:30:48:
I've been known to issue a few colorful metaphors if and when I stub my toes, but I also find myself giving thanks, shortly after, that I haven't broken them
I told this story before on another board but would like to share it again. I had gone down the bush with the tractor and trailer in extremely cold winter weather to get firewood. Unfortuantely, the trail had grown in with saplings and one of them caught the sediment bowl ( a tiny glass bowl that's gravity fed pulling dirt from the fuel line so as to keep the feul that reaches the carburator clean). About 100 feet up the trail, the tractor starves for gas and stalls. I saw right away that the bowl had been scraped off and thought, "Oh no! I'll never find it in the deep snow and it's too late to get into town for another one, and if I leave the tractor in the bush ovenight I'll really have trouble starting it in the morning. (It would have required tarping it and heating the engine oil - a song and a dance that I just DID NOT want to have to go through, although I love to dance and sing.) I was tempted to murmmur and complain and issue a few new colorful metaphors, but started giving thanks instead: thanks that I was fairly close to home, thanks that there was still some daylight left, thanks that a tree hadn't fallen on me, thanks that the snow, although deep, was clean and beautiful etc... I walked back down the trail following the gas drops to where I felt the bowl had come off and said to myself," Well, I'll carefully push the snow aside all down the trail until I find it. I plunged my hand in and out came the bowl.