I'm super tired, and I should be trying to find comfort in my bed, since the six hour trip did kick my behind a bit, but I feel like tapping away at the keys for a couple of minutes before doing so. I feel like sharing a crazy story.
A few days ago there was a small procession that passed right in front of our property, I remember it distinctly because it was right at that moment when I was heading out into town, and seeing the people walking behind the a makeshift Hearse, made me go back inside for another coffee.
The solemnity of those occasions need not be messed with, more so because my noisy 30 something year old 4x4 would do a terrible job at blending in, and curiosity is not a trait one wants to display.
I had completely forgotten about said procession when a friend came to visit me at the shop and brought it up. My friend Marlon, who turns out to be the neighbor of the man being taken to his final resting place, proceeds to tell me how it is that the old farmer met his end.
I realize to some people this may sound medieval, but when it comes to cultures all sorts of flavors are available. In all honesty I've never partaken of such exotic feast, but I would not be completely against it either. A man or woman for that matter, should try exotic things every now and then.
But you see, there's one small problem affecting this would be banquet, and one that the cowboy tried to overcome using the cover of the night.
The little critters are protected by the government these days, and even if they've setup shop right under our very barns, we are not to mess with them. But the farmer sincerely thought prying eyes would be far from his activities, more so because he had found the armadillo's burrow along a walk, a good mile or two on the river's shore.
I do wonder what kind of flavors motivated a man to dig in the middle of the night, but for now that enigma is to remain enigmatic and dramatic, if only to paint for us the proper picture.
When the man did not return from his Armadillo quest for two days, the family contacted the authorities and the search began. He was quickly found decomposing upside down, with both his hands on his sides, as if he was attempting to insert himself somewhere into the hole he had been digging.
But there are a few lessons here, of the kind that remind us to ask for help and not believe ourselves to be so immortal, so unlikely to make stupid mistakes, like getting stuck upside down far enough to not be heard.
This is not a saying, but maybe it should become one:
"Sometimes overconfidence can really ruin the plans for the perfect stew"
MenO
