inyati13
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In a thread entitled “Buzzards”. Hurley ask, “What would it be like to have nothing to do.” That question was spawned as a result of the tribulations he experienced as a result of buzzards on a young cow.
I will be 64 in August. I have some genes for longevity but more likely, "if a tree don't fall on me I'll live till I die." The question I have pondered: “Is there something else I should be doing with the short and precious time I have left?” I ask myself that question as I parted working for the other "man". I thought about doing "something of value". But I could not conjure up any great and noble task that was more than "simply living out my mortal life". It is what every other mortal human has done since our species ascended. I have landed on 80 acres of hillside, raising cattle and spending days with my dog, Blue.
Oh, Robert Frost had it right on the “paths not taken”. If I could clone myself there is a woman I would like to be with, I miss her every day. If I could clone myself, I would like to study anthropology. Etc. etc. etc.
Instead, I am a common law husband to my cows. I help them watch over their babies. I stand behind my cows and scratch around their anus and vulva. I don't give a cupful of cold water what anyone thinks. I will name them whatever I wish. I will treat them like pets. For my situation, I will spend money and not earn it because I am just taking care of cows.
I experience low times, like you do Hurley. I am sad when my calves go to market. I feel disappointed selling an animal that has served me. Sometimes I feel like a traitor. Like I deceive them. I am sad when a cow is ill. I worry when the ice, rain and cold are mean to them.
Have I chosen wisely? Does it matter? “In the end, we are all just dead men.” Proximo. All a man can do is use the time he is given. I would not even consider having nothing to do!
I will be 64 in August. I have some genes for longevity but more likely, "if a tree don't fall on me I'll live till I die." The question I have pondered: “Is there something else I should be doing with the short and precious time I have left?” I ask myself that question as I parted working for the other "man". I thought about doing "something of value". But I could not conjure up any great and noble task that was more than "simply living out my mortal life". It is what every other mortal human has done since our species ascended. I have landed on 80 acres of hillside, raising cattle and spending days with my dog, Blue.
Oh, Robert Frost had it right on the “paths not taken”. If I could clone myself there is a woman I would like to be with, I miss her every day. If I could clone myself, I would like to study anthropology. Etc. etc. etc.
Instead, I am a common law husband to my cows. I help them watch over their babies. I stand behind my cows and scratch around their anus and vulva. I don't give a cupful of cold water what anyone thinks. I will name them whatever I wish. I will treat them like pets. For my situation, I will spend money and not earn it because I am just taking care of cows.
I experience low times, like you do Hurley. I am sad when my calves go to market. I feel disappointed selling an animal that has served me. Sometimes I feel like a traitor. Like I deceive them. I am sad when a cow is ill. I worry when the ice, rain and cold are mean to them.
Have I chosen wisely? Does it matter? “In the end, we are all just dead men.” Proximo. All a man can do is use the time he is given. I would not even consider having nothing to do!
