File this as a near visit. Or a close encounter.
We almost had visitors this afternoon. I’m still rattled.
Here’s the story: there are people that walk around the province. I’m not sure if there’s a proper term for this, so let’s go with walkers. And given the distances involved, most of them don’t do this more than once. Unpredictable, as a plus. Because they might. Anyhow, I was given a head’s up that there could be people coming by for coffee and comfort. I prepped. Put away stuff, filled the sugar bowl, added water to the coffee machine. And I even dressed for the occasion. No bare feet.
Anyhow, after a suitable period of time, I saw strangers in the lane. They circled the runway and then headed off into the sunset. No coffee required. And I’m left wondering how to prepare for such things, going forward. Social rules are changing (is this related to the pandemic? I don’t know).
I’m back into short social videos. TikTok length. I haven’t figured out how to judge the duration, so things tend to get watched in a loop. Not efficient. Entertaining, though. Did you see that cat that almost knocked an object from the counter. Is that even possible? The almost, I mean.
Now that the harvest is in, my field (I think of it, in proprietary terms), has turned into a mud bath. Rain related, mostly. I keep wondering how the farmer knew when to gather (the weather was great, all week). Is it all just a gamble? Has anyone ever had to abandon their tractor until spring? I must query someone who knows about such things.
