Irrational Fears

OK, ok.  I've caught a lot of flak about my irrational "garden gnome" phobia.  It's not like I believe that they could do anything, or that they're alive.  I'm not stupid.  I don't believe that they could climb up and look in my window.  They just creep me out.  I don't know why.  When I lie in bed and think about it (like I did last night), I can let my imagination make it happen, and I physically shudder.  It's stupid, and I know that.

I don't have a lot of irrational fears.  I will kill spiders if they invade my home.  I will let a black snake live, since they are good for pest control.  If a mouse is in my house, I'll set traps, but I won't shreak and run to climb on a chair.  Storms are cool, not scary.  I don't fear many things.  In fact, I don't exactly fear gnomes...they're just gross and creepy.  I could write a great horror flick based on gnomes.

Other people have irrational fears.  I've heard some of them, and think they're ridiculous.  I know that mine is, too.  Go ahead, search yourself.  There's got to be something there.  I don't avoid walking under ladders, I don't freak over spilled salt.  A broken mirror is just another mess to clean up.  Luck means nothing to me, good or bad.  I'll refer to "bad luck" or "good luck", but I don't think that luck really exists.  I'm pretty grounded.

The gnomes will be fine at mom's.  They will enjoy the beautiful Missouri countryside.  They will have a great view, and there is an outhouse nearby.  Please don't hate me because I need them gone.  Don't think me too crazy that I won't touch them when they're leaving.  I know they are ceramic and paint.  I don't care.  Nasty little creatures.  Someone could make gnome-sized replica's of my kids, and still, it would bother me.

Now, let's dispense with my mental instability.  I had a wonderful day.  Rode my horse alongside Blue carrying Jonathan.  His first ever time on a horse.  Then I rode with Natalie.  She's doing so well.  Yesterday, Buddy stepped on my foot and didn't know he was on it.  I had to push him off, and now I have a black/blue toe and a limp.  Dang.  He may be small, but he's still heavy.  Today, Blue got Natalie's toe.  We keep warning her to watch his feet and stay back, and he barely clipped her, but she's got to watch it, or stay away from him.

I can't wait to move into OUR house.  We are more excited by the day.  I can envision all of the things that we'll do to it.  Not all at once, because, let's face it, we're poor.  We have 30 years.  We'll get there.  One project at a time, as money allows.  I'm very happy with how it is now.  If I had to live there for the rest of my life with no changes, I'd be content.  Thanks God.  Thanks for this chance.