“…the riverboat pilot is the most unfettered independent human on the earth.”
We watched Ken Burns PBS special on Mark Twain this week. I told my wife of 37 years she reminded me of Livy (Mark Twain’s wife of 34 years.)
Mark Twain (whose real name was Samuel Clemens) said of her:
“She is the best girl, and the sweetest, and gentlest, and the daintiest, and she is the most perfect gem of womankind.”
A few of you have met Mrs DM in person, what do you think? 😉
Wife proceeded to tell me, I reminded her of Twain… my sometimes biting humor, my independent, non-conformist streak, and my Midwestern farm boy roots.
I was having similar thoughts myself as we watched the biography but would never have voiced it out loud had she not said it first. 😉
Twain was many things during his formative years, including doing a stint as a river boat captain.
I myself have regularly thought life is like trying to pilot a barge on a big river. Especially when it comes to looking ahead, trying to anticipate what’s around the next bend.
When I heard that statement : “the riverboat pilot is the most unfettered independent human on the earth.”
I instantly connected with it, for you see, I am one of the most unfettered independent human I know, and have felt that way for years. I think being self employed and making a living with my hands feeds into it.
Here is a snap shot of my past 24 hours:
Got off work at noon yesterday because we finished installing metal on the cattle shed we were working on and it was too windy to start on the roof. I love spontaneous time off 😉
When I got home, I called the Newhall locker that was processing 1/2 of an organic grass-fed beef I’d found on-line compliments of a buy sell or trade page on Facebook. Just so happened it was ready to be picked up. Total cost of the meat averaged out to be $3.09 a pound…that included the steaks, roasts, brisket, hamburger, butchering, everything…$3.09 a pound!!!
As a reference point, hamburger is currently bringing $4.00 a pound in the local grocery store.
Last night I baked an apple/ wild black raspberry pie with a lattice crust. The berries grow wild out behind the barn, and the apples..well, you probably know where I got them. There were some extra berries and apples that wouldn’t fit into the pie shell so I finished them off.
I was up this morning at 2:30 making sour dough bread. I took a lot of liberty with the recipe and it turned out to be some of the most interesting, tasty home-made bread I’ve ever had.
So, how about you? What life metaphor(s) describe how you view the world?
(If you are a long time reader of my farm blog, then you may remember this one)