Monthly Archives: October 2013

Hanging In There

I haven’t had the heart to look at my blog till today. It’s been a tough few months.Well, it’s been a tough whole year for me. I’ll be glad to see the tale-end of 2013.

We are living in a cramped basement apartment in a small town on my beloved prairie. It’s good to be home but I’m still struggling with the changes. Blue, my old dog is with us and Poyke my deaf dog is at our daughter’s (in the same little town) for now. It’s not really working out for him over there. Blue and I and Pojke go out everyday and walk on the prairie (Pojke runs and runs, Blue and I walk). It does us all good.

We have a really quite remarkable friend who has kindly taken the horses for us, maybe till spring, or they would be homeless. I haven’t seen Pic in months (we have only had the gas for my cowboy to get work) and I can’t help but worry about him. I haven’t heard lately how Gus and Pshaw are doing. It hurts a lot to think about them.

The last folks (Ron and Donna Davis of Nelson Creek Ranch) we worked for, illegally held up our cheque because we quit  and then shorted us a couple of days of pay besides. Horrible people, so glad to be out of that moldy mess. I do feel bad though, I’m sure they have done the same to folks before and will again. I have a few more resources than most of the poor cowboys they hire so I was a little more aware of my rights and folks in the community there were on our side and good to help us get out. We should really have taken them to court but, in the end, I just wanted it to be over. It does bother me that cause we didn’t do anything they will most likely keep treating their hired men (and cattle) like that.

So when people don’t pay you, you get behind and we have been trying hard to catch up financially, plus it affects your credit rating. I finaly got to buy groceries the last cheque. I had to spend a lot because we were eating on whatever I had squirelled away and that had pretty much run out. My grandson told me I was poor because I had no food in my frig (or anywhere else in the house). He likes to eat, cute kid, nice little boys both of them.

I am enjoying living so close to our one daughter and being a grandma, and mom to her, instead being of just a cow mom. I get to help out and she appreciates it and it’s been so good for me to have her to talk to. They have helped us out a bunch too.

So that’s the story on this old cowgirl, just hanging in there, till things turn around. Hope you all are doing well.