In September, I learned that the man I buy hay from passed away. Some of you may recall that he got hurt badly by one of his cows, but was recovering. Then, complications developed and suddenly he was gone. People like to think of cows as slow, simple, bucolic creatures. They can be dangerous as hell and when they go after someone, it is fast as a striking snake with much less warning.
I am not sure why this got to me so much. I did not know this man particularly well, but I have been dealing with him for several years now and he always struck as a tremendously kind and decent man, which is a very rare thing these days. His wife was with him the last time he was here and they were both people who could have become good friends. I am sure his loss has been a terrible tragedy for her and the rest of his family.
Not long after I heard about that, Oliver disappeared. I didn't think much of it at first, given his wandering ways, but he has been gone for over two months now. I think he used up one life too many. I wasn't going to say anything, but a couple of people have already asked about him, so I guess you all should know. I like to think he found a warm spot to move into and just decided to stay there, but I know it isn't true. It's odd really, I am not much of a cat person and I was highly annoyed when he first showed up, but he managed to do what few cats ever have and wormed his way into my affections. I knew that was a bad idea, he was bad news right from the start. Isn't that always the way?
So, what is one to do when the world feels sad and out of control?
Clean the barn.