The Rock In The Shoe

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. How much in life do I take seriously? Not much, unless dinner is late. That I take very serious. But other than that? I’m a happy go pancake kind of guy.

Persons take way too many things seriously. Unless you’re Girl Person. She’s always running around like crazy, forgetting about half the things she is supposed to do. And in the process, forgetting the other half as well. Concentration is not her strong point. Either are details. We are alike in that way.
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Girl Person just does. Boy Person thinks about doing something, thinks some more, analyzes all aspects of it, and then maybe, perhaps, does that something eventually. Maybe.He thinks about it. Again.

Girl Person says she wishes she could be more tuned in to detail. She said she wishes that her brain wasn’t going a million different directions at once.

She wishes that when she felt a rock in her shoe in the morning that she could have paused to maybe take it out before dinner.

Yes. Yes. In the morning, she was worried. She had to work. But she also needed to get some supplies. She had to prepare for battle, she said. Mask. Gloves. Remembering which way to go down the aisles at the grocery store. And she was preoccupied with the task at hand.

So much so, that when she put on her shoes, she felt a rock in there. But she knew all she had to do. And nope. There was no time for that. No time to get that rock out. I mean, it would have taken like a minute to take off her shoe and get the rock out. No one had a minute to spare. Nope. Not even Girl Person.

So off she went. Off to battle with a rock in her shoe. She went in the store. Rock on her shoe. She went the wrong way down the wine aisle with a rock in her shoe. She drove with a rock in her shoe. She unloaded the groceries with a rock in her shoe. She sanitized the groceries with a rock in her shoe. And she was getting real tired of that rock in her shoe. But still not tired enough to take it out.

As she finally took off her shoes at the end of the day, there was that rock. It had certainly felt much bigger than what it was. Because it was there all day! Girl Person wondered why she couldn’t just stop. Pause. Take the rock out instead of carrying it with her all day. And I suppose that she learned her lesson. Or did she? Girl Person may have thought that she was saving time by keeping the rock in her shoe and not dealing with it then. But it slowed her down all day. Weighed her down. What she didn’t want to deal with at the beginning became a bigger burden than it had to. And isn’t that like problems or situations we choose to carry with us instead of dealing with it to start? There are many things that can cause us to feel weighed down. Maybe it’s disagreements that linger with family or friends. It becomes easier to just sweep it under the rug.

Maybe it’s what we choose to fill our minds and hearts with. Like bad news. Or fear. Or dread. Or panic. And we keep carrying more and more and more. Instead of letting some of it go. Let it go.

We all have a lot to worry about right now. So what we can control and what we can deal with now to make our life easier from here out will be worth it. Take this time to remove that rock from your shoe.

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The Rock Tumbler

This is the start of a weeklong series called The Tales Of Wild Bill in memory of Billy Mac Johnson. 

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. This week, we will be telling you some stories about Boy Person’s dad. We wanted to acknowledge in true, funny stories that his life mattered and that we will miss him.  We will be calling this series The Tales Of Wild Bill and share some of his favorite music and things to go along with it! We hope you enjoy this week!


One day, many years ago when Boy Person was small, yet big in curiosity, his dad told him about something called a rock tumbler.  Have you ever heard of a rock tumbler?  Well, I know pretty much everything, and this was new to me.

Seems as though you can take rocks and put them in this device and they get tossed and turned until they are beautiful.  I think all rocks are beautiful no matter what.  But this gives them shine and a different sort of beauty.  Boy Person was very excited about it.  Not as excited as when Deputy Digby gets a plate of pancakes, but excited.


So one day, Boy Person’s family was driving to a campground.  They stopped on the side of the road to take a break. In anticipation of getting a rock tumbler, Wild Bill said that he was going to go down to a nearby river and look for some rocks.  Boy Person wanted to go, but his mom person told him it was too dangerous.

Also, Boy Person was eating a sandwich.  A Swiss Lorraine cheese sandwich.  There could have been ham. Or Virginia Baked Ham.  Which was on the only ham Wild Bill would eat, even if they had to drive for hours to find it.  Rocks or a sandwich? He picked the sandwich.

So off Wild Bill went to go look for rocks himself. After a few hours, Boy Person’s mom became anxious.  She said she could not drive their motor home, and what were they going to do if he never came back?  What. Were. They. Going. To. Do.

After a few hours, they heard a faint knock on the door.  When they opened the door, it became apparent very quickly they didn’t need a rock tumbler.  Because Wild Bill had tumbled enough.

You see, as Wild Bill was bending down to pick up some rocks in the stream in his boots..which he always wore, no matter what, he slipped on a big, slippery rock. He fell and he fell and he fell. Down, into the river.  The river carried him away, tossing him and turning him and he had to fight for his life!

When he was able to gather himself together and get to the bank of the raging river, he had to climb back up that mountain in his boots.  And when they saw his condition after the knock on the door, well, they forget about that rock tumbler.  Because Wild Bill was a rock tumbler. He was covered in blood from head to toe.  His boots were gone. Long gone. But they had to get to the campground. After about three hours, he rested and was able to get them to camp. But no mention of a rock tumbler was ever heard again.

If you don’t have a rock tumbler, you may wonder, why did Boy Person and his dad continue to collect rocks for years after that?  No one can answer that question directly.  No one knows as well what they did with the rocks they found. But Boy Person said that it was the fun of looking for them, and perhaps the adventure that ended up being the beauty.  And not the rocks themselves.


Wild Bill may have lost his rocks in that river. He may have also lost his boots. He also may have lost any hopes of ever getting a rock tumbler. But he gained a funny story that Boy Person could remember for years to come.  Wild Bill was good at making stories.  In fact, no one else could make a better one.  Or more.  Some stories had lessons to tell. Some stories were about hardship.  And just like Wild Bill, we all have stories made out of choices that shaped our lives.

We have more stories to share with you this week.  We hope you will enjoy them, and perhaps call to mind some stories you may have forgotten about from people that you miss you too.

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