You know your shoe will
come with you when you walk. You know this intuitively; you don’t think about
this. You walk, and your shoe walks with you. This has been established. So
when you walk, and your shoe doesn’t come with you, or when you try to walk,
and you can’t, because your shoe won’t let you, this, this is startling.
And when you realize
that your mid-calf rubber workboots are sturdy, well-built shoes, you will find that
when they don’t want you to walk, it can be somewhat difficult to convince them
to. You can push, pull, wiggle, and wriggle all you please, but nothing’s gotta
give.
And when you realize that
your left mid-calf rubber workboot, which, like its right-footed companion, is
supposed to be completely waterproof, has a tear in it, you find the mud and
water which encase your feet, vacuuming you to the earth, will trickle in,
chilling your toes with fear as well as, well, chill. So, too, will the deluge of mud and water
which dredge down both of your boots, when, as you struggle to free yourself,
the top of your boots sink below the swampy surface.
You will find it ironic
that earlier that day you had smarmy thoughts about how swamped you were with
only one other person working on the farm, and having a newborn calf to feed
five times a day and a newly nursing mother cow to hand milk twice a day. The
irony is that now, you think to yourself, you are literally swamped. You just
wanted to run a bit of electric fencing through the swamp to extend the cattle
pasture so they’ll stop getting out and trying to browse from the neighbor’s
garden because they’re hungry because their pasture is running low on grass and
greenery because they ate it all because the herd is larger than it’s supposed
to be because the farmer missed a slaughter date earlier in the summer because
he, too, was swamped. Not literally.
You will freak out for
a minute, because, what if you really are stuck, and the neighbors are away on
a trip, and Dom is who knows where, and it’s a good thing the swamp has a
bottom, but what if you can’t get out and you’re stuck here for, like, I guess, an
inconvenient period of time, until somebody finds you, which will probably not
be that long, because if you went missing, work wouldn’t be done, and then Dom
would come looking. Oh. Okay, that doesn’t sound too bad. Breathe.
Assess. Ooh, you will
see a stick, that is promising in its stick-ness. It promises to provide you a
third leg, something to push off of to get your feet out of the muddy mud. You
will break it. Darn.
Re-assess. You will
look around a little more and see a small tree that you could probably use as
an actual pushing off point, because, duh, it’s solidly planted in the ground.
It will be too far for you to reach. You will wish your stick hadn’t broken because
it had a little hook you could have used to reach the tree. You will realize
you would have broken the stick trying to pull yourself to the tree anyway.
Darn.
Think, think, think.
You will remember, or think you remember, something about needing to spread
yourself out when stuck in quicksand. You will be confused about what that
means now that you’re actually stuck. Hmmm.
You will naturally go
back to what you started doing, which was wriggling, pulling, and desperately trying
to walk your shoes as you have done so many countless walks before in your
life. In the process, you will lose your balance, and fall to the side. Your
muddy, cold toes will feel grateful that the rest of your body is joining the
fiesta.
You will realize two
things from your prone position. THIS IS WHAT THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT WHEN THEY
SAID SPREAD YOURSELF OUT. It makes sense now. Your body is spread out, and you
can definitely pull your feet out a little bit. Also. THE TREE, THE LITTLE
TREE, IS SUDDENLY WITHIN REACH. With these powers combined, you will free you and your faithful shoes from the muddy maw of the swamp.
And when this happens,
you will keep going, keep doing, just as you were before.
I enjoyed your detailed story that could have been said like this, "My foot got stuck in the muddy quicksand. I got out but not before I was totally muddy." It's so much more interesting your way!
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