Mud has a way of testing your stamina, your ability to handle stress, your patience, and your will to keep going.
Monday, Odin and I spent time together on a variety of projects with minimal results and only two jobs completed to show for all our hard labor.
We may not have gotten lots of moisture laden snow this winter, but the rate at which it all melted was so fast that the frozen ground has had a hard time soaking it up.
To be honest, this is not my preferred way of spending quality time with my husband. If I had my way, we would go watch a movie and finish with a really nice quiet dinner, but you’ve got to take the ideal quality time with the not so ideal quality time. Right?
Slinging mud, with tires filled and slicked up with muddy gumbo, hollering directions paired with questionable, but not obscene, gestures through cab windows, and pulling on each other’s vehicles with a barely yellow, grease and mud caked tow strap was one of our together endeavors.
The majority of the day was spent with hydraulic oil laden hands, laid over in odd positions, trying to reach parts and pieces in a loader tractor that was obviously designed by someone who had never had to work on one. The need was quite high for problem-solving a simple way to get a wrench on the specific connection that we needed to remove. Mental and physical breaks, although short, were so necessary, because of the unique positions we had to place ourselves in.
Fingers red from the cold, aching joints, and wet and muddy extremities joined us in the quality time.
Together we worked to accomplish this tricky project, and without speaking we both decided to make the best of it. Fingers aching from the strength we had to impart in a unique position, joints stretched as far as they could go, increased the level of frustration. Silent prayers were lifted up for patience, strength and an extra dose of ingenuity.
When the project was completed and the loader tractor, just barely, made it out of the mud there was a sense of accomplishment between the two of us.