Around the Bluhmin’ Town
Don’t you love the rain? The Navajos claim that when the clouds are formed like sheep in the sky, then the heavens are ready to open up and cleanse the earth, wash the grounds, refresh the trees, grow the grass, nourish the critters, and give us life. I have to clearly state that I love the rain, before I get into my tirade about the evil cousin of this glorious precipitation – mud. Mud is the ugly consequence that makes living in the country, on a dirt (mud) road a filthy situation.
Welcome to my world…of rutted roads, oozing muck up to my hubcaps, clumps of mud-balls scattered around the patios, in the garage, on my boots. My horse corrals are swamps, the horses are brown-smeared pigs. Even the electric company doesn’t want to drive down my road after a rain. Well, neither do I, but be brave, I tell them. Grown men and women have to learn how to conquer mud.
Oh, did I mention I was in a mudslide? I happened to get into a collision with a galloping mare. A half-ton, running, mud-splattering, slipping, sliding horse happened to rear-end me while we were both running through the corral trying to get out of the rain. I was carrying a pail of horse treats and Princess, my beautiful mare, was running behind me. It was pouring down buckets and I must have cut into her lane, because the next thing I knew I had two hoofs connect with the back of my heels and I was sent sailing through the air.
Life is filled with special opportunities to reflect, so we can ponder what road led us to our current predicaments. I had one of those “moments” when I was lying face down in the mud at eight in the morning with a curious beast sniffing my head. I was “reflecting” on what got me here, as I was getting up out of the black goo, all the horse cookies scattered around me.
Hey, I have friends who live in country clubs on paved roads and sip coffee in the mornings while scheduling their next golf game. So life is about choices. And as happy as I might be with mine, a slide in the mud made me consider what the heck I was doing.
Once again, I digress. It’s not the horses that are annoying after a rain, it’s the mud! A woman in New River emailed me to say that she is tired of the “mud-pit excuse of a road” she lives on. She claims that when she called the county to inquire about pavement, someone told her to “move back into town if you want a nice road.” Hey, sometimes we need a little compassion. Country living is great – except when it rains hard on dirt.
Did you know that mud can make us beautiful? I used to live in the San Francisco area, and Calistoga mud baths are famous. People travel there from all over for the privilege of sitting in vats of hot, “clean” mud. It costs over a hundred bucks and is a “unique spa experience.” I had to try it. All right, I was young and foolish then, but every day there’s a new fool born, plunking down big bucks to sit in a steaming tub of mud. After sitting in this “vat” of brown goo for a few minutes, it gave me the creeps. I had to jump out and hit the shower and get back to my senses. Thankfully, I survived.
I have mud for you. I just can’t say how “clean” it is. However, if you want to feel like you’re going to a spa and need a nice mud-bath, come on over. There’s plenty to go around. I could sell it by the ton, but for you, Dear Readers, I’ll give it away.
I’ll start shoveling now and I better hurry. I notice sheep are congregating in the sky. New mud…I mean rain, is on the way!
Judy Bluhm is a writer and a local realtor. Have a story or a comment? Email Judy at email@example.com.