A feller living like I do is mighty lonely if he has no friends
I am up and running things again! I meant to say I am out of the house and trying to run my very own life again. I was beginning to die off slowly from rebreathed air, bed germs, televisionitis and just plain old misery. I laid there thinking about how many times I had breathed the same air until it made me sick as a dog. My chest began to heave and my pulse raced, so I pulled myself up and out into the living room and then into the great outdoors. It did not take me long to discover that the winter weather was serious about being cold and I went back in for more clothes.
I appreciated the kindness and the care I received, but a man has to heal and get out of the nursery pretty quick. I am thankful to be in the pickup truck with Old Dog and checking cows again. I can secretly let you in on the fact that every dadgummed bump hurts like the devil, but don’t tell my close relative!
We are getting close to Christmas and I have work to do. The grands have grown into big old kids and they think they are too old for some of our tricks, but I plan on fooling them all again this year. We will see how they like their surprise when all is said and done. It is hard to think of something they have not done before, but I ain’t done yet!
The cattle all look good. The fall calves have progressed nicely into solid and healthy bovine. They got a boost by all the good grass we were blessed with after the fall rains. It was a welcome thing for so many of us who were getting down to dirt in the pastures. I plan on going to see the steers in the feedlot shortly, soon as I think I can get out of the vehicle and comfortably walk around. I called about them and they seem to be doing fine.
I decided to take a trip to the coffee emporium after checking cattle this morning. I tried to walk in very normally, smile and act like nothing hurt. I should have moaned and groaned because they all figured me to be a liar anyway. Most men of a long-in-thetooth age have busted ribs and remember the agony. I sure did enjoy the coffee and visit. The chocolate pie was mighty fitting too!
You never know what you might miss if you stay home too long. Ben Hatterson’s son eloped with a young lady from Chicago who was visiting her aunt. I guess Ben was pretty upset. Seems they took his new one-ton truck and also emptied his wife’s sugar jar of egg and cream money. I figure an elopement costing a truck and egg money is the cheapest wedding a feller could come by, so he should not complain. The aunt of the bride said she was glad he was a Christian boy and had a new truck to drive!
I did some saddle soaping after lunch and then headed in to a warm chair for the evening news. The tack room is warm enough to keep the mice happy, but I got stiff fingers pretty quick. I would prefer warm weather!
It is my opinion, and everyone has one, a feller living like I do is mighty lonely if he has no friends. I can’t begin to list the good things that were done for us while I was laid up. Some of the ladies from the church even brought us a couple of meals. Not just food mind you, special cooking to perfection by Southern cooks! Yep, life is good for us around here! Thanks to all you wonderful ladies and fellers. Now I have gone on enough.