May I ask for your crossed fingers in the procuring of a load of hay this evening?
On Saturday morning my husband was scheduled to go pick up a load of hay. It was raining, so he rescheduled for Saturday evening. As he was hooking up the trailer to go, the Jimmy got stuck and wouldn't budge, so he rescheduled for Monday afternoon.
He got the Jimmy unstuck, went to work yesterday, and came home to go get that hay. The wheelbarrow tire was flat, so he stopped long enough to inflate it for me and somehow in the process of doing that he backed the Jimmy into the well head and water geysered into the air. This was at 5 pm. so he postponed the hay pick-up and spent the next 6 hours getting the well repaired so we could have water again.
He is set to go get hay YET AGAIN this evening. Needless to say, I am a bit nervous.
Crossed fingers, white light, good energy, prayers... we really need to get this hay!
Once the hay is in the barn, I'll address the metaphorical content of this scenario. :)