I thought you might like to know
that after all my long years on earth I am finally fulfilling my destiny. It
took the pandemic to make me face the realization that there was something else
for me to do with my life, something special, so now I have decided to do it.
“Just do it” I said one fateful morning. A morning that sealed my fate, that
opened up entirely new vistas for me to explore. And I can begin my new
adventure even during this God-awful pandemic.
It hasn’t been accomplished yet,
but I am far enough long now that I can openly talk about my new undertaking
and provide you a sort of status report, not to seek your approval you
understand, but perhaps to simply explain my extraordinary undertaking.
Here goes. I have decided to
become a rancher. I expect to be roaming the range shortly. That’s it. I’ll
be a rancher with a ranch of my very own, spending my time managing the herd.
Alone on the range, so to speak. A wrangler. I can’t tell you why, but I think I
may have repressed this desire of owning my own ranch from my earliest
childhood. I remember watching cowboy movies when I was but a lad, and all my heroes
on the silver screen had their own ranches. So now, out of nowhere, I have
decided that I want to be a rancher with my own ranch just like Roy Rogers and
the other cowpokes that I so admired. I may have to buy myself a Jeep just like
Roy had.
Having your own ranch requires a
lot of forethought and decision-making --not one of my strong points. But I
think that as of today I have made most of the major decisions and it is now
just a matter of implementation since I have already begun the acquisition
process. Here is a high-level status report.
I have decided that my ranch
wants to be a working ranch with livestock (I’ve always liked animals.) I have
decided on the particulars for my livestock and placed an order for 100 head,
to be delivered soon. I have already purchased some of the supplies needed to
support the animals and I spent the afternoon today working in my soon-to-be
corral that will contain the stock.
I should have told you sooner …
the good news about my ranch is that I don’t have to move. Everything I need is
already in place here in the woods of Roscommon and making it all work will be
just a matter of time and willpower, so wish me luck. I expect to be really
busy with this new endeavor so I may not be able to see you or respond to your
questions for a little while.
“What’s that?”
Oh, the Missus just said I should
explain a little further about the ranch, details like where it will be and the
kind of animals and so forth. I didn’t think I needed to go through all that,
but she insisted, so here it is.
The ranch is in my basement. It’s
a worm ranch. I will be owner and livestock manager, putting the worms in the
plastic bins, when my 100-- worm shipment arrives in the mail. If I have any
luck at all, the worms should eat our food scraps and I won’t have to go
outdoors to keep the compost pile going. It will be good for the environment,
the worms will be happy, and I’ll wear my cowboy hat when I feed them. Cowboy BIll
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