Hello

OK, so you know when we last talked, I was headed out the door to do some thinking on that mean mowing machine, otherwise known as my "think tank".

Some have wondered. Here is my story but first I will tell you that I'm OK.

I did the round and round thing for about 2 and a half hours. On this day due to the rain showers I had decided I would need to do it all. That generally takes me about 4 and a half to 5 hours. I didn't want to.

To make a long story short, this is the back side of our tank dam and up there where the white 'X' is....well that is where I got caught up in some underbrush or vine or stump or something. And as I was obviously in day-dream mode, I did a stupid thing.

And ended up down here at the bottom where the black 'X' is .....with the big mean mowing machine on top of me. Yep, I flipped it going backwards about ninety-nine miles an hour and picking up speed. I remember going past the little sapling just to the right of the white 'x' and I remember that I was on two wheels and I remember knowing that the machine had the best of me. I must have closed my eyes and my ears too because I can't remember seeing or hearing anything after that. I remember feeling my head hit. But I don't know where, front or back or side. I felt the hot oil running on my gloved hand. And I immediately started screaming, "help me! help me! help me!" I remember thinking that I didn't even know I could scream that loud. It is true, that an amazing number of thoughts run through your mind at a time like this and it is true that you get some kind of extra strength. While I was trying to get out from under it, I was thinking, "if I do get this thing off of me, how will I ever get to the house." I knew K was inside the house and could not possibly hear me or see me but I kept screaming anyway. While I kept screaming, I wondered if neighbors several pastures over might hear me. Anyway, with my right hand and leg pinned down, I could not budge it with my left hand. Not even the smallest bit. Then I realized my left leg was free and I could feel the mower deck or foot rest or something. I remember thinking it was a real solid something under my foot, all the while still screaming, "help me" and I realized that I could get leverage enough to budge it up and pull my body out. There I was sprawled out like a dead man when I heard the 4-wheeler crank and I knew my knight in shinning armor was on the way. He just happened to step out the back door and heard me.

Nothing broken. My leg from the knee up was a beautiful palette of primary colors. Now the bruises are more like the secondary purples and greens. My sun glasses cut my forehead but that is all healed. Everything still feels best if I am laying down or standing up. Where my body bends when I sit....hurts. That would be my knee and my rear.

This is a little something I was working on before I went out to think that Sunday. When the time is right, I will show you the rest of it. But today, I just needed to see the message. I hope to be back later this week, but we are going to be out of town this weekend so.....you know what that means. No ART.

Enough for now,

Sharon