It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.
When I found myself moving into “the senior years” I always dreamed of slowing down at least a little and taking advantage of those programs seniors are lucky enough to enjoy for a reasonable fee; that was my plan. Sometimes the universe throws a monkey wrench into my plans.
There was a creative writing course I read about in our local paper last week and as soon as I read it my heart went all a flutter and I knew I had to do my best to make this work and fit it into my supposed to be slowing down life. Anyone that knows me either through my blog or personally knows how I love to write and that I have not yet found that slowing down in my senior years thing just yet, but I am working on it.
I phoned the center and signed up, the teacher phoned me later that evening, she seemed as excited as I was about my joining and now I was really excited. Oh I knew this was one of my best ideas and was going to work, I just knew it, it had to I needed this. I laid out two brand new ballpoint pens and a pad of paper on the table so I would not forget to take it early the next morning.
My Hero came home from work and he was excited too, he knows it is something I have always wanted to do. We had our supper and he headed out to check the cows to see if any of them were having more calves. I had already checked three times that day and everything was fine so I had no worries. Did I mention it was pouring rain? Pouring rain. I watched as he drove the tractor down the lane until it disappeared into a thick wall of fog and rain.
As I was doing the dishes I heard the door open downstairs I ran to see what was going on, knowing My Hero was back too quickly. “Do we have any colostrum?” This is something any farmer knows is never a good thing to hear and knows you are more than likely going to be bottle feeding a calf forever then when you wean them they will never forgive you (remember Annie?) I answered back, No but I will phone the dairy farmer up the road maybe he has some. Mr. P up the road answered the phone and replied “Yes I do come on over and I will give you some.” Thank you, I hung up the phone. My Hero jumped in the truck and off he went. It was still raining and I knew I had better be ready when he came back especially since before he left he informed me that there were 3 new calves. I have no idea how and why it always seems to happen this way but it does. The numbers are increasing quickly now, and now there were 7. I should tell you Annie is doing fine and I seen why she forgot about me and that bottle.
I watched through the window as My Hero on his return was juggling jugs of sweet sticky Colostrum (first milk) while walking through the pouring rain completely soaked then entered through the basement door. We went to work. I warmed up the bottle, he grabbed the flashlight and we headed to the tractor to go feed the probably orphaned but I was still hopeful not for long new calf. We found the calf wrestled with her a bit and finally got the bottle down. The two of us were standing in the pouring rain, another farm date night like no other. The calf was placed under a nice sheltered cedar tree on thick warm bedding and left alone, we were hoping she would find her mother or her mother would find her. It is always the best option, if we remove her the Mother will stop looking for her. With her belly full she stayed right there we just had to hope this would work. I noticed this little girl had Limo feet which had me wonder about The Red coated, lonely boy visitors from long ago, My Hero says “No way. That is an entirely other story. We returned to the house exhausted soaking wet and hopeful.
Early the next morning with thoughts of my very first creative writing class dancing in my head I ran down the basement stairs to go warm up a bottle and check the new hopefully no longer orphaned calf, as soon as I hit the bottom step I knew the universe was messing with me as they say. I pulled on my Pink Cadillac Boots that were sitting on the step and stepped off into water up to my ankles. Yes the basement was flooded. The writing class was still stuck in my head but I now feared that was just another dream that was not to be realized.
I hooked up the pump, threw more wood into the wood stove, opened some windows and warmed up that bottle of nice warm colostrum (first milk) for that hopefully no longer orphaned calf. I tucked that nice warm bottle inside my vest to keep it warm and headed outside, it was still spitting rain. It was now one and a half hours before I should be leaving for that class.
By this point I am guessing you have a few questions like;
Was Sally (yes I named her) with her hopefully only confused for a little while Mother and was now nursing and happy?
Did Buttons make it to her dream Creative Writing Course in time or at all, or did the universe win again?
Is the basement full of stuff still floating?
I seemed to have run out of time and this post is getting way too long, so..... all will be answered soon…..sorry. See you Monday morning.
If you want to know what happened check HERE.
If you want to know what happened check HERE.