People complain about the internet distorting the social fabric, and I understand those concerns. However, over the years unmet “internet friends” have helped me save my cows, doctor my sheep, and now, feed all my livestock. Thanks to Sue, whom I do not know, who might live anywhere in the country, and turns out to live 20 miles away, last night I had hay in my barn. I’m very grateful.
It had snowed off and on all morning. I’d been up since 3 AM grading tests, and by 3 PM after teaching all day I was in a fog of tiredness, standing waiting in a cold rain for the hay delivery. The hay would be damp, but I was too tired to care.
Paul, the hay man, was an extremely nice person about my age. In “real life,” as opposed to the part-time farmer’s double life, he is a local sheriff. By amazing coincidence, fifty years ago his father worked at the school where I live. I also know his cousin (or is it his uncle?) and a long-time next door neighbor. This gave me a cozy feeling. We shared tales of sleepless nights, too much work, and spending one’s only spare time mucking the barn.
Paul brought a pick-up load. I returned the borrowed hay and have more than enough to tide me over until the planned delivery this afternoon.
Thank you, internet! Thank you, Sue!