Recommended by our old farrier, nice enough but young, maybe a little short on thought and patience.
But there are happy horses and a happy cowboy headed to a feedlot job soon. Nothing worse than an old cowboy with nothing to do in the city but languish in front of the TV and be grumpy all the rest of the time.
So happy me too.
You know how some women who know they are going to pass pick out their own replacement, the second wife. I’ve actually seen that happen at least twice. I don’t think it’s too bad an idea. Really who knows her husband better, maybe even better than he knows himself, what’ll make him happy and what won’t. As long as she’s not the jealous type and really loves him and wants the best for him. Could save the man a lot of grief over an ill thought out, hurried choice and avoid the time, effort, and consternation of having to hunt around for the right one.
Well, I think I might have found the perfect one for my cowboy. He’d probably never even miss me. She’d be so much like me: tough as HEdoubleLL, hard working, with a strong self preservation instinct, never putting up with any guff. (Maybe more what he needs than what he wants). But she’d make him look like the super hero I know he is.
Yup, I might have found my husband a perfect second. I’m going right out to buy a lottery ticket cause it’s gonna take money to buy her from the fella she’s with now. Luckily he does want to sell her.
I’ll post a picture as soon as I can get my hands on one.
Today I was in sore need of cheering up. Hospitals do that to me, way to many unpleasant memories so I don’t know why, in my wildest dreams, I thought this time should be any different. Cold torture chambers with some kind nurses, some not kind or, dare I say, even competent.
It was so good to get out.
Ever seen a cornered, scared cow? If it’s too much for them and you back off and give them space it’s pretty safe for you but keep pressuring them beyond their ability to handle it and don’t give them a way out, they’ll make one of their own often that involves running right over top of you, the only way out. I was at that point today. Luckily the nurses were some pretty good cowgirls.
The day just got better and better.
Yup, made out to the prairie. And laid there and just cried at the calm and little song birds singing, nothing but sky above me. It was glorious.
I brought a precious little bouquet of familiar friends home.
But first we stopped at my youngest daughter’s, a surprise Father’s Day visit. I have a grandson there who could cheer anyone up. He is such a character and can always make me smile.
Not sure what he’s supposed to be but as long as it involves a cowboy hat I’m happy. He’s had that hat a lot of years and I watched him take the lint brush out and carefully clean it all off. Totally cheered me up.
How many tags does a person actually need? Apparently 3 for me.
Blood transfusion for me yesterday. Not really fond of hospitals. Plus I must eat way more than most people incarcerated in these places. After breakfast I sure am hungry. Must still be a little coyote left in me.
I was thinking back to when I was sick as a kid. This is me at age 7 when I had whooping cough. That’s my horse Trigger and my other pal was a white kitten a hunter found, almost dead, and gave to us. His name was Fluffy, for obvious reasons lol.
He’s not in the picture but I’m sure my old collie dog, was laying by my bed there. He never left me the whole two months I laid there.
A long time between then and now. A lot of life lived.