Struck by Lightning, drowned, and shot

Well . . . almost.

I had the best day yesterday.

Carey and I woke early and had a great time with God – more about that coming up in this week’s column – later this week.

At 7a yesterday we agreed to go to the rope swing over the Harpeth River. That’s right – the place the Bone & Joint Clinic says they get most of their customers.

We have driven past it dozens of times and have seen lots of teens having fun there but it never seemed right to join them. Yesterday morning seemed like the right time to jump in the spirit (water) in a bigger way.

We swung out over the water and dropped in, one at a time. It was shallow (only about chest deep,) but we didn’t land deep, and had a great time. While we were in the water, a thunderstorm came up and it poured down rain for about ten minutes, creating thousands of bubbles on the surface of the water. It was beautiful and reminded me of the “diamonds” on the table the first night I met Carey.

After a very relaxing, releasing morning in the Harpeth, we went straight (we were in the Jeep, it didn’t matter that we were wet) to the Loveless Cafe to receive a big country breakfast and to give them a little love. We both know that the Loveless on a Saturday morning is going to be touristy and crowded, but it was still fun.

From there we drove the Jeep down the Natchez Trace until I saw a good place to go off road. I saw a gravel road not too far from the Trace and cut down and across a little field. We turned right on the gravel road and rode a little ways until we saw a picket fence across the road. We turned around, not wanting to trespass and go in anyone’s driveway.

We drove about a half mile, crossing through a creek and climbing steep hills, back down the gravel road to try to find the paved road that leads to the gravel road. That’s when we came up on the house – a big, columned southern mansion amidst the trees.

We turned around again, thinking we would have to exit off road – the same way we came in – when I saw a car in my rearview mirror. I pulled over, turned the Jeep off, and the woman driving the car said, “There must be an explanation.”

She was about our age, angry, and menacing. I said, “I can’t think of one . . . we were on the trace, saw this road, and wanted to see where it goes.”

“This isn’t a road, it’s a driveway,” she said. “People around here have guns and shoot trespassers.”

“We didn’t know we were trespassing. I thought it was a road,” I said.

Carey was smiling at the woman the whole time and simply asked, “How do we get out?”

The woman begrudgingly (I think she wanted to shoot us) led us back to the gate we saw, pushed a few buttons, and the gate opened. We left and stayed on known public roads the rest of the Jeep ride – pretty much.

After our morning out, we came home, cut grass, weedeated, and trimmed dead tree branches.

Darcy was home all morning. Just as Carey and I finished yard work, she went out to visit Taylor at work but her car wouldn’t start. After calls to the parts store, we decided it is the crankshaft position sensor. I spent the rest of the day – and until 9:30 last night – getting the part ($15,) jacking up the car and finding the part on the car. But the sensor is above and behind the starter. I can’t get to it laying on the street, on the hill in front of our house.

Matt spent the night out night before last but we got to see him a little last night.

Father’s Day last weekend was fun. Carey and I went to her brother’s house on Tim’s Ford lake to ski and visit with family Friday afternoon and all day Saturday. Darcy and Matt were invited, neither could go. Darcy went shopping for apartment accessories with her new room mates. Matt went to visit Micah and worked. We all met back home for dinner Sunday night.

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1 Comment »

  1. VICKIE JONES said

    I AM SO GLAD I FOUND THIS WEBSITE AGAIN. YOU ALL LOOK GREAT AND SO HAPPY. WONDERFUL FATHERS DAY VIDEO.

    VICKIE

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