Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Mystery

It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.
                                                                   Antoine Rivarol


The other day, My Hero was a bit late coming home from his off-farm job. I never start to worry, until it gets much later. I glanced out the window to see if the weather had changed, as it was calling for snow. There, in front of the barn, sat his truck. The lights of the barn were on.

Well, I decided he must have been inside looking for something or other and would be in the house for supper in no time at all. I went back to set the table.


We are in the midst of a great mystery which needs to be solved, so I never question his wanderings outside.
I blame those darn red squirrels. You see, My Hero and I have been in search of a very important book that used to be in my tractor Little Red. You may be thinking it was probably because the squirrels ate the book. After all, if you remember, they ate the wires that make the tractor lights work.


You would be wrong (me too).

There was no evidence of that. There was, however, evidence that My Hero had taken the operations manual out of the tractor. I, on the other hand, who I must say seems to lose enough things all on her own, was out of town, so I did not lose it.

This book was in the tractor where I have always kept it in case of mechanical problems when I am out in the fields. If there was a problem I would just look in the book and decide if it was an “I have to call My Hero home” problem, or, an “I can deal with it myself” problem. Luckily that book was only used a few times. Unfortunately for My Hero, it was for, a round baler compatible electrical thingy one summer (not my department). If you did not get that subtle clue, I am going to tell you that the book was as new as the day the tractor was delivered to our farm in the 1990’s something or other. Yes, I forget exactly when we bought it. That book had given me a sense of security, in such that I knew it was there, it if I needed it, even though I never did. Now it was gone.

My Hero and I have searched everywhere and I mean everywhere. Well, except where it is, obviously. He does know that when he had the headliner of Little Red out, to follow the wiring diagrams, to get our lights to work, that it was left in the tractor when he quit for the night. Unfortunately, there apparently were many nights and weekends he searched for the reason for the “lights out” problem. 

It has now become an obsession of sorts to find that book for both of us. Every day, and evening an idea will pop into our heads as to its whereabouts and we search.


Well, back to that barn light on after his return from work one night. I must admit I believed he once again had an idea of where he had set down that book. I hoped this time he would be right and it would be found. The door opened to the house, he walked in.

“Did you find it?” I asked.

“No, I was not looking.” No surprise, he knew exactly what I was asking about.

“Why were you in the barn?”

“The window at the very top of the hay mow has blown out.” He replied.

“You did not climb up there and fix it alone, did you?” I was nervous.

“No, I will do it on the weekend.” I was relieved.

“I did run into something when I left the barn.” He grinned.

“What?” I was intrigued.

“A skunk.”

“Well, I can sense he did not get you.” I smiled. We both laughed.

“You know,” I said. He looked at me waiting for the rest of that statement.

“I bet, that if you followed him home, right beside his lazy boy, on his coffee table, would sit your book.” We both laughed. You should follow him.”

“You are probably right, and no.” He said


The mystery continues.


Later