Going to the Craft Store on a Hot Day!

One of my favorite shopping outings is dropping by the Craft Store, as it allows my imagination to run free, surrounded by fabrics, new craft ideas, floral decorations-the list goes on and on. Heh Husband thought it would be a good idea for this outing and finds his own areas of interest, giving me time alone with my Ideas!

As with the majority of our country, Texas has arrived at  "Summer Temps"-hitting 100+ degrees by noon,  but thank goodness, its not as severe when last year, Summer showed up about a Month early and we thought there was no end to the Heat Wave!  I have lived in Texas all my life and heard my parents talk about the "Heat Wave of 1954"- "Chickens were dropping like Flies in the Pen!" Times were hard back then but people managed, and something tells me the Heat made them tougher!

I wanted to get away from this Heat and the Craft Store sounded "heavenly" as we took off-arriving to beat the afternoon rush of people.  But this trip had more than Shopping waiting for us- we hunted for a place to park, all the "Handicapped Parking" slots were full (yes I finally gave in and got one of these Special Parking permits) it helps without question.

But nothing was available as Heh Husband searched for a spot to park our large Truck-his eyes saw a Shaded area, that was all he needed and parking seemed like a breeze.  I recall hearing "Can you get out?" Sure I can get out-not observing the area was filled with plants, surrounded by a ton of smaller rocks-but for me, a breeze~!

I was in a hurry to reach the store and didn't give much attention to the Rocks, Tree, and Curbing-only inches from me as I took my first step. That was the "Only" step I got to take, as I landed in the rocks!  It wasn't a fall-these rocks were piled up so high, it was like landing on a Hard Cushion!

Here I am, laying amongst the rocks-So Close to my Favorite Store and yet-so Far Away!  Dear Husband is relaxing in the truck, windows rolled up, having No clue to as to my Latest Mess.  I am determined-so I manage to roll over a bit, getting on my knees-only to now find myself "Pinned between the Curbing and our Truck" I think, "this is Not Going well!"  Finally I knew-time to put Pride aside as I  knocked on the truck door, hoping Matt could hear me over the music he seemed to be enjoying!

The next few minutes were priceless-door opens, my husband is looking for Me but I am on the Ground!
I hear the Door Close and think "This is Not Going Well" as I start banging on the door-harder and louder! The Door opens-but nobody is there (or so he thinks) I start yelling "I am on the Ground!"  Next thing I know, Heh Husband has flown around the truck, thinking the Worst-A Bad Fall-there I am, on my knees and smiling at him!

It was a priceless moment-He slowly asks "So How was your Shopping Dear?"  Laughing as he helped me to my feet, I am stomping my way to the store, brushing dirt from my clothes-looked back to see that
familiar loving Smile!  I beamed with delight and yelled back, "Thanks for the Helping Hand Dear!"  I enjoyed my shopping and as I walked outside, there was the familiar "honking" to let me know-he had moved the truck so we didn't have a Repeat Performance!

Probably not hard to figure out my Joy Moment-Yep-being pulled out of my "Bed of Rocks!"

God bless all who walk their Path of living with Chronic Pain.

Martha