In my last post, I talked about stepping in dog poop. I know, not the best metaphor maybe, but it was what came to me to describe how a bad experience regarding my husband "lingers" with me. Well, awhile ago, I went out to the chicken yard to get some firewood since the weather is supposed to change. Carried in a fair amount. Started a fire. While I was starting a fire, I noticed the........aroma. I looked at my dogs. They didn't look guilty. The cats were outside. I began searching around the room for "presents". Nope. Whew. Crisis averted. Or so I thought.
When I went out again to retrieve more wood, I noticed it. Don't know how it escaped my noticing before. A great big dog pile right there by I the pile of wood. I laughed at the irony. That what was happening to me figuratively had just happened literally. I completely unexpectedly and unknowingly had stepped in doggy doo. And I had been living with the effects of my error. But, ya know what? When I realized what had happened in the literal world, I literally TOOK OFF MY SHOES!! Now, I need to learn how to do that figuratively. Because I don't want to just live with the stink. I want to get rid of it.
grace to you.
When I went out again to retrieve more wood, I noticed it. Don't know how it escaped my noticing before. A great big dog pile right there by I the pile of wood. I laughed at the irony. That what was happening to me figuratively had just happened literally. I completely unexpectedly and unknowingly had stepped in doggy doo. And I had been living with the effects of my error. But, ya know what? When I realized what had happened in the literal world, I literally TOOK OFF MY SHOES!! Now, I need to learn how to do that figuratively. Because I don't want to just live with the stink. I want to get rid of it.
grace to you.
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