I stumbled across a video of a tall woman trapped inside a dryer. I watched in amazement as the fire department maneuvered her this way and that to free her from the metal drum that ached to spin left or right with each movement. Several questions immediately came to mind and I wished for the prequel to this story to help understand how a woman finds herself inside the drum of a dryer. That video would most likely include alcohol and encouraging friends. Sadly, no answers were to be found so I moved on to watch other things such as videos of pigs wiggling their ears in unison when their names were called and brave youngsters jumping off of cliffs into the deep blue waters of places that whisper my name in my dreams. That night, after an hour of trying to make a nest in my bed and finally falling to sleep, I did not dream of far away seas or beautiful waters. The lady in the dryer filled my thoughts, leaving me anxious and wide-eyed, once again. As I lay there with one foo
Well, it finally happened. I ran over my husband. This comes as no surprise to family and friends and most importantly, everyone is fine. Mostly. The day began with my husband tinkering about the yard as a heavy rain of Autumn leaves began to fall. In order to beat the fall cover, he decided it was time to seed the yard with winter grass. He called for my help and this is when the plan began to go south. I was instructed to drive the 4-wheeler while he sat on the front rack pushing the lawn seeder. I knew immediately that this would not end well and voiced my objection to this plan, "You know I'm going to run over you, don't you?" He filled the seeder and jumped on front. Six foot two with heavy camo' jacket, he blocked any view I would need to steer the vehicle on a safe course. "Go," he instructed, as he lit a cigarette and pushed the seeder with one hand. "Go left", "Go Right," "Watch that tree," he called fr