Outside

The Maori are attributed with the saying “Turn your face to the sun and the shadows will fall behind you.” My version would be more like “Putting on your work gloves is good for what ails you”. Sorta the same thing, one’s just a bit more redneck.

I ate fatty foods Saturday night; some meat pockets made with beef and puff pastry. They were so good; the recipe used golden raisins, onion, beef and potato, all wrapped up and baked in the puff pastry… oh, mama.

Though I’ve been very good about reading labels, for some reason I didn’t that night. They were much greasier -even with extra lean ground beef- than I thought they should have been. Was it the pastry? Unfortunately, that night and the next day I felt like absolute crap… and it didn’t occur to me til the next day that the grease didn’t set well with my system.

Of course my sister-in-law said “A lot of that is in your head”. Had she not been 1,200 miles away she would have found her ass on the floor. I suppose those migraines are a figment of her bloody imagination.

Anyway, I donned a pair of work gloves Sunday and went out to trim trees. The slight drizzle only made it better. As long as I was outside, everything was fine. Love being out of doors and could walk many miles in a light rain. Oh, yes, I am a tomboy and have never been a girly-girl, no matter how much my mother wished I’d play with dolls instead of dogs and horses. Maybe it works for me because I grew up out of doors. Maybe my subconscious revels in memories of fixing fence with my father or even days spent on horseback in the middle of nowhere… Who knows? There are people who absolutely loathe nature and that’s a damn pity.

The great outdoors is a remedy I would prescribe to anyone.

I’d be back out there today, but our weather is a bit… inclement. Rather more than a light drizzle…