Cliff and I have been making phone calls and asking around, finding out the costs of stuff like pouring concrete, running a new electric line, and other things for which we'll be shelling out money. Today Cliff left a message with a local fellow asking the approximate costs of putting in a septic tank.
The man called back just after Cliff left for work, asking me if I lived on such-and-such road. "Yes, that's the place," I answered.
"I know you," he said. "You saved a calf for me one time."
Even after his telling me all the details, I can't remember this particular calf for the life of me. He said it was a huge calf and he'd had to pull it, and it was weak. He couldn't get it to nurse. It was getting weaker and weaker, and another farmer told him about me, and how I'd saved a calf of his by tube-feeding it. Back then it surprised me... actually, it still does... that real, full-time farmers were afraid to try this procedure that I, a housewife, did routinely on problem calves here at home. I don't drive, so they'd come and pick me up, take me to get food into their sick calf, and bring me home.
Anyway, this guy is still so thankful for my saving his calf back around 1990 that he promised he'd put in our septic tank as cheaply as possible. Oh, and he does the "perk test" the county requires, and he said he'd give us a break on that, too. Although it's hard to believe $250 for a perk test is cheap. Good grief, things are expensive!
So I had a nice conversation with a fellow who seemed to consider me a long-lost friend. Just one of those surprise things that can make my day.