For those of you who don't recognize the phrase, above, "froke" is the past tense of the verb "freak," at least in the dialect we spoke back in seminary days. And I have been severely outfroken this evening.
The day started serenely enough. I spent a little time in the office fiddling with the bulletin, then took Miranda (my '97 Breeze) to Pep Boys to have a radio transplant. Nothing wrong with the old one, but I bought this car back in the heyday of cassette tapes, and I've never had a CD player in her. What with the expedition to Philmont taking off Monday, I figured it was time for an upgrade.
Deanne casually informed me after I got home that when she had last been out at our cabin, someone or something had knocked over both the cross and sunstone I erected out there. They're both cast in cement, so the idea that wind or rain could push them over wasn't gettin' it. I felt utterly violated. Trespassers -- vandals -- had been messing about in my holler and damaging the permanent installations. What else might they have done? And here, Deanne hadn't remembered to tell me for six days after coming home!!
I froke out, threw some things in a bag and was out the door without waiting for supper, which was in preparation. Two and three quarters hours later, I pulled into Wilderstead. Both the sunstone (a pillar with compass points in the top) and the Celtic cross had been pushed off their cairns. They hadn't been damaged, but they were definitely knocked over. The cairns were fine. I crossed the creek to check out the burial cairns for Fuji and Cuthbert. They were undisturbed. I checked out the cabin and the shed, looking for damage or attempts to force locks. They were fine. I walked up the holler a bit to see if anyone had been messing with other, obvious features. Nope. No other damage.
I was greatly relieved. I had been suffering fantasies of finding intruders that would have to be rousted. I had also been thinking more serious thoughts about calling the sheriff, consulting with my neighbor, etc., all of which would take time. I thought also I might have to go into town in the morning and get materials to fix whatever might be broken or broken into. But no, all was peaceful. Now, the cross and pillar didn't get shoved over by accident, I don't think. But nothing else was out of place.
So, I righted the cross and pillar (man, they're heavy!) and steadied them in place. I considered whether to stay overnight or not. I had come prepared to do so, but I've got a boatload of stuff to get done here tomorrow, so by 8:30 or so I was on my way home. I got in here about 11:15. I'm tired, but a good night's sleep'll fix that. And I'll still have the whole day tomorrow to get my stuff done.
Thank you, God, for looking after our holler when we can't be there! Please look after all of us and all our far-flung affairs while we run about, hithering and thithering in the lands.