Many of my friends find that shopping relaxes them, refreshes them, renews their enthusiasm for life, or just makes them smile. They refer to it as “retail therapy”. Well, I have to admit to being a rather strange old woman because watching cows is my therapy. When I’m stressed or tired of cement or weary from too much time inside, I just park my truck next to a pasture and watch the cows. Their lazy grazing and solemn stares seem to give my heart and mind a sense of peace.
I don’t know why I like cows or find them so soothing. Horses are much prettier. I always wanted a horse; I dreamed of having a horse ranch. But I spent a lot of time with cows and calves when we lived on a dairy in California. We hand fed calves. We took care of them when they were sick. Perhaps that background makes me susceptible to their charms. Or maybe I feel a bit sorry for them because they are generally unappreciated. Their lives are short and mostly about profit and loss. However, I’m not overly sentimental about their place in the food chain. I hope that doesn’t make me a selfish hypocrite.
Anyway…I went out to a pasture today and parked my truck for a few minutes and watched the cows. Now I’m ready for another busy week of errands, appointments, and that dreaded necessity- shopping!