08/19/2026
Y’all, today was a first for me—and probably for one of my dear customers, who I’m pretty sure I scared half to death. I am so very thankful he answered my calls for help!
Ya see I climbed into the barn loft to look for an old craft box buried way in the back. While crawling back out through the narrow path, trying not to knock over the excellently stacked decades of junk, I somehow managed to knock over my ladder.😳
Now there was only one way up and down—and unless you’re a monkey, that wasn’t happening. And I am definitely not a monkey.
So there I sat, trapped and cooking in that tin box for about an hour,🥵 waiting for someone to notice I was missing. Of course, everyone on the farm was busy doing farmy things and had no idea I had slipped off to the barn.
Being the problem-solver I am, I started getting creative. I considered taking apart the saddle hanging beside me and making a lasso, but since I couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn, I quickly decided that probably wasn’t going to work.
My next brilliant idea was to trust those old leather mule reins, wrap them around the rafters, and somehow swing myself to the ground. And let me just say… there would have been absolutely nothing graceful about that!
Thankfully, music to my ears, I finally heard gravel crunching on the drive and hollered out for help.
What did we learn today? Cell phones don’t work in the barn, always tell someone where you’re going, and maybe—just maybe—I should keep a spare ladder in the loft. 🤔
