When I was in Junior High, I participated in track. I didn’t really like track but my Dad told me that I shouldn’t just do the sports that I was good at and for some unknown reason the coach had me run hurdles. It gave me a new perspective about blithely throwing out the term “a few hurdles to overcome. It used to scare the heck out of me that I was going to trip over the hurdle and fall flat on my face in the gravel or better yet become entangled in the hurdle and roll down the track with the hurdle (this before breakaway). When I went to high school, I did not volunteer that I has ever seen a hurdle before.
Well, this last month has seemed like a series of hurdles to get to the trip. First, Debbie had dreams of chocolate croissants and Italian food only to have her dreams dashed with dental surgery and a soft diet. She kept saying but shouldn’t we do this after our trip?
No, no it will be fine…blah, blah, blah..next thing Debbie knows she is eating soup and will be reporting on soups on the trip.
Larry’s hurdle was house related and involved multiple part failures. He is on first name basis with the people at the UPS store.
Lastly, Debbie and Larry waited to run the dishwasher. Debbie firmly believes in scrubbing or prewashing all dishes. Larry has been working with Debbie to let it go. Every night, Debbie would ask “Can we run the dishwasher tonight?”
And Larry would say “Let’s wait one more night”.
Well, last night the dishwasher was full and it was the last night. It was go time. But alas the dishwasher would not start. So Debbie and Larry spent an hour washing dishes old school. Last hurdle done with maybe a skinned knee.
It is time for another trip. No, not just the National Parks this time but Switzerland and Northern Italy. Bring on the hurdles.