The old adage that you reap what you sow (which is just Karma in another guise) was played out at our barn today and I am 50% pleased with the outcome.
Another weather system has swept over us, melting most of the snow and giving us an envigourating combination of rain/freezing rain. The property looks like one of those blasted, muddy battlegrounds of WW1.
As is usual these days, the woman let me stay inside while she did our housekeeping. She shovelled, I watched - the usual arrangement. On her way out with the wheelbarrow she gave me a meagre hay snack in the aisle and proceeded to tidy up our hay storage area. Unbeknownst to me, she had gathered up a huge ball of baler twine to put out in the garbage. Thoughtlessly, she tossed it over the half door leading into the barn and the whole thing landed squarely on my head. One minute all was Zen-like tranquility and the next, sheer terror. I only figured this out afterward - at the time all I knew was that some spider/octopus creature straight from Greek mythology was trying to smother me. I began snorting and plunging around blindly until the thing began to unravel and I could finally see what it was. The woman was all false apologies and comfort, patting me and making soothing noises, but she was smiling all the while...
She led me outside with the others and went on her way with the wheelbarrow. Nearly at the gate, she hit a patch of solid ice submerged under about six inches of melt water. Her feet flew up in the air and down she went like a ton of crushed stone. "Eeeeee, (sploosh) auuughaaaohcrap" she said. The waters parted in tsunami-like waves. There she lay, like a stunned Orca, staring up at the sky.
I made my way over and received a terrible shock. She is hardly a thing of beauty when upright, but seen upside down and on her back, the effect was unbearable. As I was averting my gaze, I registered the slight odour of peppermint emanating from her coat pocket area. I quickly changed focus and hastened to see if the contents had received damage. "Thank you SO much, Sheaffer" she said in an icy tone, much like the pungent brown water that cascaded off her person. She squelched off to the house, leaving me free to whittle the wheelbarrow handles.
I can only assume that Instant Karma exists and was at work here today.