Do you ever feel like you ’re running on a treadwheel with the speed set too high ? One without a big red “ stop ” button , so you ’re stuck there , knowing you ’ll fall off the back if you retard down ( highly embarrassing , even if you do n’t get hurt ) , but too scared of what might happen if you jump off , so you just keep die hard , exhausted and out of breath ?
( By the mode , before I get together an athletic club this wintertime , I ’d never go on a treadmill before , and so I did n’t experience how terrifying they can be when you accidentally punch in a topnotch - high swiftness . And this one did have a cerise “ hold on ” button , thank goodness ! ) .
Anyway , I ’m sure you know the belief . And yes , it ’s been one of those weeks .
So this morning I ’m dashing around on car - pilot feeding the zoological garden , trying to get everything done tight because the salt mine has sped up again , thanks to our horse Toby choose this week to have his first - ever hoof abscess , with no business organization whatsoever for the articles I have due or the lot of dish waiting to be washed or the fact that I ’m dead - tired of running .
And then , lugging a bucketful of warm piss out to the horses , I see them : two endearing Black - tailed cervid reclining in the far pasture , their big ears flick as they meditate — the very picture of serenity .
That ’s when it hits me that this self - inflict treadmill I ’m on does , in fact , have a reddish clit . So I push it .
I stop and watch the two does , which do n’t do much but ruminate and prepare themselves , and after a snatch , arise and pick their agency delicately across the grazing land to nibble blackberries . Belatedly , I think of my television camera and generate to the house to fetch it , then spend the next fifteen minutes trying to sneak closer to the pair so they ’ll in reality bet like deer in the photo , and not small gray blob with lank appendage .
Every clock time they look up , ears swiveling in my charge , I freeze like in a plot of Red Light , Green Light . Then I move closer when they start graze again . finally , the cervid realize something is fishy here ( or human - y ? ) and clip to the fence near our woodlot , leaping it with such effortless grace I catch up with my breathing spell .
Finishing my chores , back on the treadwheel again — but at a saner pace , I wassail in the way this wild uncovering has changed the whole feel of my good morning . I ’m happy , tranquil and more in control of this day .
Right now , I know there ’s a occlusion button and I ’m not afraid to press it .
~ Cherie
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