Coming from sub tropical countries, I am NO stranger to mosquitoes. Even mosquitoes that carry various exotic sounding diseases like Chikungunya (I had to Google the spelling). But let me tell y’all about these big ass birds they have out here in Wild Rose country!
These mosquitoes are LARGE! They are so big you can pick them up on camera. I took a picture last week when I went farming and sure enough you could see this giant ass mosquito who found the little strip of belly skin to feast on. They are also hella aggressive, like these buggers legit have you wanting to square up. Like Shiela and her six homies who are swarming around my head are about to get these hands.
The other day I stopped to take a picture of this gorgeous sunset and I made the mistake of hopping out of the car to get that perfect shot. BRUUUUUUHHHHHHH! I was not able to stand still! In few seconds they had all smelled fresh blood and had descended on my poor unprotected face and ankles en masse. Then the ambitious ones done even bother to get a piece of bare skin, they just bite you through your clothing. And I don’t know exactly how gusty the wind has to be to deter them, but they must be super mosquitoes, they are out here braving 20 mph wind just to eat you.
I was told that the swarms of mosquitoes get so large that they can blacken the horizon. Chile, please, let me go back to by Turks and Caicos with our small, polite mosquitoes who don’t believe in this gang violence.
I had an amazing day today. I went to a cabin at Capt. Ayre Lake and it was a blast. I went with my sister and nephews and later we were joined by Wendi and Landyn. I couldn’t ask for a more enjoyable day. First we went to the park near the cabin. There was this little merry-go-round in the middle and of course we had to give it a spin. I hadn’t been on a merry-go-round since childhood. Let me tell you how I don’t recommend spinning around when you’ve recently had a few beers! However, I did manage to keep them down (pats self on the back).
Later, we went to the lake and I didn’t go swimming but I DID get my feet wet, I was pleasantly surprised to learn that there was something akin to sand on the bottom and
not mud. Listen, It was FREEZING. I’m not even wading out in that water. It literally felt like an ice bath. I dunno, I personally think going into the lake to my ankles meets the requirements of swimming in a fresh body of water. Don’t debate me on this.
I had another first today, a wiener roast. Now I don’t eat wieners but I did help start the fire. I know how the cave men must have felt when they discovered fire for the first time. It’s exhilarating. I had my first s’more. Well a modified version with chocolate digestives, but same same. It had the same effect.
So the other day, on a whim, I bought a ticket to Canada. I’d been having a bit of a tough time with life and I desperately needed a break and a change of scenery. I’m writing this sitting in my sister’s kitchen, with nothing solved yet feeling more at peace.
Travel is so cathartic for me. When watching the ocean is no longer a strong enough prescription for my blues, travel is definitely just what the doctor ordered.
In the coming days, I’ll blog more about my trip to a tiny town in Alberta, Canada. This place where I am gonna spend a few weeks hopefully centering myself.
I wanna wish Happy Mother’s Day to the women that have helped shape me into the phenomenal woman that I am. The ones who were always there to loan support, a listening ear. Thanks for the countless hours of advice and prayers. I love you all more than you can ever know.
First I wanna shout out my mom, the one that birthed me, Regoria Alice Rigby. I love you Dar. You rock.
Next, I wanna say Happy Mother’s Day to my sister who helped to raise me. Dominique “Kimmie” “Domi” Rigby. I appreciate you.
And last but not least I wanna say Happy Mother’s Day to my mother in law Cynthia Cooper. She took me in and treated me as her own and for that I will always be grateful.
Now I know this can seem like it’s going to be an inspirational piece, one that’s gonna tell you that everything is going to be ok; but it isn’t. I am still waiting on the good things to happen. For things to turn around. For the words in all my devotional and my praise songs to come to pass. I am still waiting for the dark clouds to clear and life to be better. But sometimes in life, all you can do is wait. Wait for the storm to pass and the silver lining to show. Wait for the rainbow to come and the sun to shine out.
When your life is all in pieces and you’re waiting for them to fall into whatever new shape that they will take. Sometimes what makes the waiting a bit less excruciating is just to wait with some hope that this new thing, this new life won’t be so bad. That these things that you thought would kill you (and honestly still might) may just may not be horrible.
Maybe this is an inspirational piece. The mere fact that I am still here in whatever broken and beaten form I am in leaves me just enough room to have some expectancy that my future will be great. All I have to do is wait.
Today, I got my tire plugged after I noticed that it had gone down a bit for the second time this week. Now, for me, this was a big deal. I had never had to do anything like this before. It was one of the first times as an adult, that I had ever had to diagnose and treat a car problem, all on my own. I got married young, so I pretty much went from the care of my parents and older siblings to that of a husband with very little time alone in between.
This little act, to me, was a sign that I was going to be just fine. That life was going to go on and I was not going to crumble under its pressure. I can be free and independent and adult. I can do things like pay bills, work, check tire pressure all on my own.
Keep your head up girl. This former housewife is gonna be just alright!