Well, some small thunderstorms finally come our way and we got some showers, on toward dark. Not the kind'd fill up the ponds, but certain, some and that's a start.
So, gettin' back to my friend, Mr. Anand, I might fill in just a little. He'd come from Northern India, his family, in the employ of the local royalty. I guess there'd been a war in that area, and the whole situation got re-arranged; the royal family, wiped out and he had headed south, a refugee of tender years. I'm not real clear on all the details, but fairly young he had found a teacher; the sort that deal with questions of the heart and the purpose of life. Accordin' ta him, this had made a huge difference in his life and, pretty much he'd dedicated his life to promotin' this notion of findin' peace, within'; travellin' and givin' talks, all around the world. When I met him, he was older and his health was failin' some, but he still travelled when he could.
And, for myself, also, health was about to play a part. I mentioned that I was startin' ta feel a change comin' and I'd started dreamin' a horses again. Well, case I wasn't payin' enough attention, I woke up near Iowa City, one mornin' with my heart beat, all over the place and that got it. I called Mr. Anand, told him I was goin' to the hospital and I'd let him know how it'd all turned out.
I musta just dropped somethin' off there in Iowa, and the company found me a load, needed back to Missoula, when I'd stabilized and the hospital turned me loose. I'd called Mr. Anand, told him I was alright and that I was goin' back ta Montana, turn in my truck and see about startin' over, maybe find some ranch work; get off the road. He was relieved both ways and told me, keep in touch. On the way back ta Montana, I started rememberin' a fella I'd met way back. He worked with young horses up in the mountains, outside Salt Lake. I wondered, if he might take me on.
And, how 'bout, we call that a day.
Have a good one!