Sunday, December 15, 2019
Tears in the snow at sunset
No, not a major catastrophe. Just an unexpected little mortal drama at the end of the day.
Started snowing just after dark last night. Such a pretty and Christmassy snow.
This morning there was a couple of inches of new snow to scoop in town, which was a nice bit of exercise. Out in the country the beauty was breathtaking.
Cows had to wait patiently for me to chop ice so they could drink this morning. There was also the mystery of an odor of smoke and a two-alarm fire department call out to puzzle over.
I chased smoke that turned out not to be smoke and never did find the fire.
When I headed back to town Eastbound I-80 was closed. I put two and two together and decided the FD call out may have been for an MVA. So did I really smell smoke? Your guess is as good as mine.
This evening not long after sunset I was heading home from the ranch. It was fairly dark but there was still a bit of light in the sky to the west and the temperature was plunging as it does around here in mid-December when the sun sets.
From out of nowhere a ratty old feral cat darted into the road right in front of me. I hoped against hope but a wheel thump told me I had hit the damme thing.
I backed up, got out, picked the cat up and put her in the passenger seat. She was still breathing but obviously on her way out. So I petted her and told her I was sorry and then she died.
Broke my heart and made me cry.
Just a stinky, ratty old feral cat. She didn't die alone in the dark and cold, so there's that.
Be well and enjoy the blessings of liberty. And remember that there can be no true joy in the world unless there is also true sorrow from time to time. It's just the way the thing works.