I don’t really know what her problem was today. She woke up late and her and the two oldest children jumped in the truck and just took off to go to school. Not so much as more than just a pat on the head. That’s it! Nothing more! Usually she wakes up and comes out and talks to Angel and I…but No! Just brushes right on past. I guess she made up for it later while doing chores, we got some extra treats. Maybe I am just sore about it. It just bothers me when people don’t take the time to enjoy the simple things. And how much simpler can it be to just say “good morning” for instance to brighten ones day. Don’t get me wrong. I still love her. It just rubbed me the wrong way.
I guess I should at least tell you who I am, huh? Maybe I do get a little carried away here and there. Well, my name is Murray and I live in central rural Wisconsin. I love it here. The winters are cold though, or so I have heard. I will be facing my first winter and according to ‘Ol Curly Head it’s going to be a rough one. My hair is getting thicker…’Ol Curly says that happens in the fall. Where was I? Oh yeah. I am Murray. I am a goat. Not just any goat, but this goat. Oh! Where are my manners? This here is Angel. She is so beautiful. She is my bride to be. It was an arranged marriage, but it worked perfectly. We get along so well together. Just last night we—
“MURRAY!!!! Quit telling people that! You know I love you Murray….but don’t tell them everything!”
I’m sorry Angel. I just get carried away. I do that, you know. Speaking of that, did I tell you what I was going to talk about this morning?
“No. All you said was blah, blah, blah…no pat on the head. Blah, blah…see if I’m nice to you and blah, blah something about your beard itching. If you ask me, which you did, I would tell you to STOP STICKING YOUR FACE IN THE BURDOCK PLANTS!! I mean, really Murray, it’s a simple fix. You’ve been alive since April and you still can’t figure out not to go sticking your face where it doesn’t belong? I mean that literally and figuratively too! Of course your beard itches. You think ‘Ol Curly likes to come and pick the prickers outta your face everyday? Every day Murray! Oh, and yes you did tell me what you wanted to write about this morning. It was about ‘Ol Curly’s big life change.”
Wow. Thanks Angel. I’m glad I spent so much time developing my self esteem this summer. Glad I have that in spades along with self confidence, that could have been quite damaging to me! Getting scolded. Publicly. In front of millions of people. Yeah, but don’t sweat it. I can handle it. I mean I’m a tough guy, I have fortitude in spades. I can just—
“What you can just do Murray is quit being such a drama queen! Fortitude? And tough? You mean tough like you can’t be more than 10 inches away from me at any time? Running up to ‘Ol Curly because you stepped on a rock? You live on a gravel road! There’s rocks everywhere! Millions of people? You just signed up to write on line 10 minutes ago. You will be lucky to have one person read this! I swear! And eating the pages from the dictionary certainly doesn’t make you smarter!”
Hey! I read it. Then I eat it! There’s a difference! Speaking of differences, we mesh quite well considering you’re always yelling at me. I’m sure somewhere in there, there is a least a single grain of truth. But speaking of truth. I remembered my story for today.
Ole Curly worked in a town. There were tons of people there. She worked at a big casino as a Security Officer and First Responder. I know she loved her job. She just never seemed really happy though. So one day she put in a notice of some sort, then 1 month later, she just stayed home.
I have never seen her happier. Her children started being happier too. Her husband, well judging from the amount of time—
“Murray! You’re doing it again!”
Yeah..ahem….I mean I guess he’s happier too. They spent all summer being outside and doing a lot of projects they were meaning to do for years. They watched for rainbows and played in the rain. They all laid on the trampoline at night and watched the stars. They spent some time fishing, and went to a bunch of parks. All in all. I think she made the right choice.
I’ve often wondered what money is. I mean I know it is green, and trust me, it really doesn’t taste as good as it looks. It has an inky flavor with hints of cardboard and salt and…Oh. I’m doing it again.
I never really knew why people had to have money. ‘Ol Curly was always so worried about money. She said there was never enough. She said something about spending an entire lifetime to chase a dollar seemed a terrible waste and that the end of the lifetime you probably still didn’t end up with any money anyway and in the mean time you lost everything that has value. The time with family. The moments spent laughing and playing. Then she said something, that even I listened to.
It was hard though because a fly kept trying to land in my ear and I found out that if I stared at a blade of grass long enough and crossed my eyes that it turned into two blades. And if I tried to cross my already crossed–OUCH! You kicked my elbow? You didn’t have to kick me. I would have came back to the story.
But yes….she said life is just moments. A series of moments. When you lay all the moments out, it is a lifetime. Every moment is precious. Life is a series of moments. She said a person has to find out what is the most important things in life. She said to her, watching her family grow up and thrive and starting a farm was important to her.
“She also said that she realized that all of the things she thought she had to have, she didn’t really need. All of the money she thought she had to have, it turns out she really didn’t need that either. So she left it all behind. The long commutes. The rush to get ready for work while wanting to spend time with the kids. The endless race to have a dollar.”
Thanks Angel. Remember when she said that just for her, the simpler times of doing business with a handshake and going to the local country store were what she wanted to do? So she did it. ‘Ol Curly just went and dived in head first and put family before money and happiness before before pride of having a ‘job’. We couldn’t be happier either.
“I don’t think she realized how much work it was going to be to run the farm, but to her, becoming self sufficient was a priority. She always tells us too, Murray and I, how next year will be the big pay off. Everything the family needs will come from her farm. I’m excited for ‘Ol Curly. She didn’t let fear stop her from doing what she thought was right. Right to her was NOT leaving her children 10 hours everyday, every week, every year and so on. The moments she talks about are right here. With us, well with her husband and children too.”
Lets continue this tomorrow and tell the people how she went from working 40+ hours a week to staying home with us, and how she was able to do that.
“Yeah. Let’s get some lunch, and remember to stay away from the burrs. I get tired of standing around watching you get burrs picked off of your face. Speaking of silly, I can’t believe you posted the picture of you sitting in the truck. I’m glad you didn’t tag me in it! You didn’t, did you?”
Ok. Ok. You know you nag about as much as….never mind….I know the perfect spot with some great clover that I was just waiting to show you, you can have first dibs on it. I’ll eat the leaves off the burr…I mean the…um…maple tree. This was a great time. Let’s do this again tomorrow and well talk about how she left work and how to face your fears of the unknown.