dream
Or, I could be way off base.
One thing that occurred to me was that I was pacing off my life-span. That would give me 6 more years.
Most beef cattle are lot fed to put on fat not muscle. Fat enhances the taste and replentishes the length of muscle that will ultimately make it tender. Most, perhaps, 60% of the cattle fattened for beef are retired dairy cattle. During their career the cows are kept pregnant, to enhance lactation and milk production. The last time I checked California had the largest milk production "per cow" at 96, 000 lbs annually, per cow. Israel was #2 at 91, 000 lbs. per cow. Aproximtely 40% of the dairy cows 6 years old are sold to start up dairys that are taking their herds up a notch or two.
It makes you stop and think why that steak is so tender. It's the fat from the feed lots, no exercise and lots of bulk, and it's the constant state of pregnancy and milk production.
G.
P.S. Look it up and you'll be simply amazed at where the estrogen a woman buys in the drug store comes from. No not from cows.
Then there's the guy fixing the combine. Maybe there's a whole combination of things that need to be fixed in my field. After looking at the evidence for the superiority of grass-fed beef I did a google search for local sources. I turned up the son of a former neighbor of mine when I owned the hockey player Larry Robinson's grandfathers old farm back in the early 80s. I just ordered a side of grass-fed beef from him. He lives on "Larry Robinson Road"; same road I lived on, but it wasn't given that name until after I left.
I thought about the grass. It's a stretch. Unless you know a bit about it, grass is something that invades a field, crowding out what it was the was planted there.
The guy fixing the combine struck me only one way. When I think about him, I think about someone no longer here, that I'm looking to him as someone who knew what he was doing. To me, he's the one I got the field from, he knew everything. I'm looking at him, wondering what he's trying to tell me, do for me, show me, but he's just too far from me to hear, I can see him, but can't hear him.
I don't make decisions on dreams, but then I do trust my instincts and combat my doubts. A dream like this would give me some confort against doubts I couldn't shake. It would give me something to think about, to try to make feelings and affection fit, to help me trust my instincts, alay my doubts. This would help me to proceed when I didn't have anything concrete to base my decision on.
G.
P.S. Maybe I see this, because in '05 I came to want "something" so much, I had to change everything. I want it more than I want life. So, maybe I'm just all buttered up and see, or think too much.
P.P.S. Have you found yourself confronted with a decision lately where there is really nothing or no one to help you make it?
