"You keep hanging out with us and we'll make an athlete out of you!"

It may take long in the making though....

Friday we received all the moisture a farmer's heart could desire for one day. The day before we finally had a good rain, but Friday was the first blizzard of the year. In Michigan one might say, "This blasted weather! Can't wait to go to Florida!" In Montana they say, "Can you believe this snow? Oh but we needed the moisture and I'll take any form I can get..." Anyway, I also like this because it gives the farmers some time off... so Friday TJ, his sister Robyn, her husband Chris, and I played basketball. At first I was dreading it because the night before TJ and I had played with a 4th and 6th grader and they both out-scored me. But after we started playing, it was a blast! Then I rolled my ankle. Crazy how fast that can happen. I walked it off for a little then we kept playing. It looks like a small softball, and isn't very stiff. I didn't know that walking it off helped, but if I had sat it would have stiffened up so quickly and I would've babied it because....well, because I can be a baby. 

Saturday was a beautiful day, fifty degrees and the snow was rapidly melting. I did a little bit of this and that. Figured out my student loans. Got depressed. Got UNdepressed because I remembered that God is my provider and nothing is overwhelming and I have a goal now to accomplish! Talked to my mom AND my sister, wonderful Saturday at that point already. TJ stopped by to deliver the Children's Church material and he headed inside to try to fix my bedroom door (that's an adventure in itself! He had to replace it because it was falling off its hinges, but it wouldn't close because it was just a tad too high. So I sanded and sanded and sanded using a power sander to make it fit. Well as soon as it was done, I shut the door and....it wouldn't close. Tried again and it just swung open. The latch wasn't the right size for the door. Ah home projects. I'm a big kid now.) While he was inside, I was outside, because that is what we do when we are alone. I cleaned out some trash from his car then started picking up the sticks in my front yard. After he left I went to grab the huge pile and take it to the back when I was startled by a black creature! A small cat with bright green eyes was staring up at me. "Oh hi Mr. Black Cat, shew." I don't like cats because of allergies and partly because I just don't like animals that much. But he wouldn't leave me alone! I took the sticks to the back and found a pile of feathers... I think Mr. Black Cat had been hungry. He kept rubbing against my pant leg. I could resist no longer and pet him. He was sweet and I could feel the purring motor through his rib cage. He was skinny, but he also had a collar and I was not going to take this thing in. 

The snoopy Mr. Black Cat

Well, Mr. Black Cat clearly needed friends and after I tidied up in the yard and went back inside, he was crawling on my railing, jumping on my window sill and scratching at my back door meowing so loudly I thought that the neighbors might think I was possessed! But I would not become that cat lady and simply ignored him. Eventually he went away, presumably back home. And that's the end, totally anti-climatic but right now I'm just cataloging the day and therefore am only half trying to make it all sound exciting. 

Marias Valley Golf Course

Later that day TJ called to see if I wanted to go golfing with Chris and Robyn. Golfing. That sport that has that tiny ball that supposed to go sailing through the air after receiving the blow from a large medal stick transferring power from your body straight into that tiny ball. And somehow its supposed to end up in a tiny hole. Eh, I'll watch for now, besides, my ankle was swollen, that's a legitimate excuse. Ankle or no ankle, I decided it would be more fun to tag along instead of have them all wait for me as I tried for the fifteenth time to get the ball out of the woods. But I will try it sometime. I've gone skiing and played basketball, helped herd cows and (surely there was something else slightly athletic....) well that is all I can think of. I don't mean to make myself sound prissy, I was just never the athletic type and it always took me forever to learn. Once I get passed the low-self esteem part, I really enjoy playing whatever, as long as its active. And it was yesterday that Chris made the comment after I tried to shoot at one hole. Oh if he had said that to my high school self I would've either glowed at the idea or shrunk back into a book. 

But who knows what this Montana Erin will someday do!