To find out what one is fitted to do
and to secure an opportunity to do it is the key to happiness.
The fresh air outside filled my lungs. I did not need to wear lined coveralls. My first day back to work to feed the cows and it was unusually warm. The cool air felt wonderful after a fitful night of coughing and fever. Oh yes, it does not matter if I am sick those cows still need me.
My Hero had been off his other job for two weeks and I have always looked forward to that time. No chores for me to worry about, and time to spend with the guy I never really get to see much between his two jobs, one being farming. How did I prepare for this time that only comes once a year, this year? Well……I booked a train ticket out of town for a week. Yes, you heard me right. It seemed like the perfect time for me to go since the chores and all the household tasks were covered by a guy who is pretty handy. Off I went to the big city on Boxing Day.
My Hero drove me to the train station early that morning to beat the freezing rain storm that would hit our area in about three hours. He dropped me off and then I waited and wondered if he made it back home alright. Yes, he did. The train came two hours later and I hopped on. We drove right into that freezing rain and then out again. Perfect timing for both of us, as he even had time to make sure the cows would be safe from the storm that was heading his way.
Once in Toronto, I walked to the GO bus station in the pouring rain and boarded a bus. My backpack only held one pair of pants and a few personals and two very, very important items. These items had to be delivered no matter the weather. I had made a promise, and I was going to keep it.
Two cute little Care Bears (I am sure you remember them from long ago) have now made a comeback in the eyes of a new generation of children. One pink elephant and one brown lion with a fluffy mane were safe in a waterproof backpack strapped on the back of one determined grandmother.
These were no ordinary Care Bears they were a gift from a 93-year-old Great Grandmother. Oma had picked them out special for a cute little girl who lived far away. I had promised her that I would for sure get them there. With that mission in full force, I slept on the GO bus with the backpack with its special cargo clasped in my hands on an almost empty bus. My thought was that all those out and about on this Boxing Day were already where they were going to shop. It was a nice quiet ride.
Once in another city I exited the Go Bus and headed to find a city bus. Oh yes, the day was not over yet. There I stood on a street corner with the cargo once again strapped on my back and watched one after another bus pass by. I watched the people on the street bundled up against the cold wind that blew in. There was no freezing rain or rain to worry about this time.
I boarded the fifth bus that pulled up dropped in my toonie and loonie and took a seat among all the other riders with bags and bags of things they no doubt picked up at those Boxing Day sales. Block after block whizzed by and the patrons exited one by one. Finally, my stop and I pushed the stop button. I stepped off the bus thanked the bus driver and walked the rest of the way.
I walked up to the door and knocked. A snotty nosed Little Miss ran to the door and her gramma picked her up and she made sure her nose was wiped well (if you know what I mean). After snuggles and chats, we sat down opened up that backpack and the precious cargo was hugged and hugged. Mission accomplished.
Back home on my first day back to work, I climbed into the tractor and knew the cows must have missed me. I also thought about the now my snotty nose that came home with me. It was a fair trade.