I can sleep when the wind blows

I've been sitting here thinking about the effect childhood has on a person. I am nearing fifty, yet I am fond of saying I 'grew up' on Navy bases.

Shoot, I've only recently begun to feel like I might be moving forward but growing up? No, that would be a stretch. No worries, I'm working on it and I sleep when the wind blows. I read that in a story once; a wise old man who took a job as a ranch foreman. At the interview, the rancher asked him about his work ethic and the old man said, "Well, I can sleep when the wind is blowing."

The rancher didn't really understand what that meant but he liked the look of old guy so he hired him.

As luck would have it, a raging storm blew in a month or so after the foreman had started working at the ranch, and the storm was fast approaching as the rancher frantically searched for his new "man in charge." He found him asleep in his bed!

"What are you doing man?" the farmer said in a panic. There's a storm coming in and we need to tie down the hay! The animals must be sheltered and the fences checked immediately...! Why, I could lose a bundle in a wind like this one!"

The old foreman looked at his new boss and reminded him of what he said on that first day.

And the rancher suddenly understood. "I can sleep when the wind blows."

He meant the bales had already been tied down and before he put himself to bed, he tended to the animals. The fences were tight and checked on a regular basis.

Now I’m not saying I’m like this guy…my sink is often full of dirty dishes and I could stand to run the vacuum more often. But the important stuff is done on a fairly regular basis.

For sure I can sleep when the wind blows.