My hay guy got a new truck- a pristine dually in a pearlized-platinum color, with near Porsche-like lines. That big diesel engine hums like a finely tuned tank. If Tony Soprano had a truck, it would look like this. I liked it even more the second time I saw it, muddy and mussed. Should a dually really be this sexy?
I am the other kind of truck owner- forever driving my old truck. It’s broken in really well at this point and truly the perfect purse. There, I said it.
There is usually at least one co-worker/dog with me. My dogs see the truck as a kind of Imax kennel and since I leave keys in the ignition, the truck does need to be guarded. (Okay, no one else might want my truck, but still, Howdy takes his job seriously.)
I have a kind of reverse pride in my truck, and after all, I would never consider a truck my primary form of transportation. Would a stranger judge me harshly?
This week I was driving on a dirt road, on the way to the next client appointment and thinking about how great the last horse worked. Suddenly, a nose bleed- startling, colorful, dramatic! I never get nose bleeds! Awk!
I pull over and stop, tilting my head to the side, like that that will save me from a blood splattered shirt. Now what? I never learned the tissue habit, just not in my upbringing. I look around the truck- nothing… Howdy furrows his brow. The Dude Rancher drives the truck sometimes and he has good tissue habits, so I lean over to check the glove box.
The latch opens to reveal tissue! Hooray, but it’s totally shredded. It’s a feather bed fluff of neat, clean confetti size pieces. I know, I am thinking the same thing… Somebody lives here! I carefully pull some out for my nose, and then lean closer.
Stealth: I pull the top layer of tissue confetti aside-then another layer. About 3 inches in, I find a tidy nest, woven from Howdy’s hair, at the center of the tissue shreds. Someone got loose dog hair from the seat and brought it here- so much work. Sweet and soft, this has been a little living room. What did they eat? Where there babies? Is the mouse family in a new barn, thanks to my truck?
“Life moves pretty fast. You don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” Ferris Bueller.
I’m enjoying this Animal Planet moment when it dawns on me: My master plan for success, international recognition, and ultimate world domination is right on course- in an old truck with a good dog. Lucky me.
What aha moments do you have pursuing your Master Plan?
Anna Blake, Infinity Farm.