Some days

Some days are just full of living.  Early this morning I went to a breakfast for the oldest grand girl's signing of her letter of intent for her college of choice.  She's going with a full scholarship to a small college in the Midwest. 
Then back to the bunkhouse for a few chores....actually more time was spent finishing a tome I've been reading.  In the afternoon it was off to a neighboring small town for a grand's ballgame.  Setting in an old folding chair, watching the game, when the sun came breaking thru the clouds accompanied by a gentle breeze, ahhh. Came home and took a coffee break in the rocker on the porch, when I heard what sounded like a heifer talking motherhood.  After a bit the grandson came by beeping his horn.  "Come quick granny, the black heifer is calving."  Off we went, and yes there was a new baby in the corral. 
Tonight one of the grands far away sent me a text, just to say she loves her granny.
 A good day all around.

Blue Streak

Wanted to let you know that all is well, sorta ok.  I still miss Gus a bunch, but it's getting better....cowgirl up and all that bull.

I'm rereading Zen Mind, Beginner's Mind....and getting back into the cowgirl version of tai chi...don't ask...

Had a mexican guy, come to my door late of nite, his car ran out of gas about a mile up the road. Sweating like crazy, said he had run to the house as he was afraid the coyotes would get him. He hadn't noticed Rambo, the German shepard yet, and I must have been looking a little fierce, cuz he put his hands up, then offered to set on them (do you think he's done time) while I called his family to come get him.  After I knew his wife was coming to pick him up, I said he should wait at the end of the drive.  As he was starting to walk away, Rambo silently came up behind him.  The guy said "Holy Shit, will he hurt me?"  "Not unless I send him or he thinks your a threat to me."  
His wife picked him up shortly thereafter.   I wondered if he realized that the coyotes, and Rambo were the least of his worries.  His blue streak wife could be heard for at least a mile.
    

Tears...

Gus, my best buddy, traveling companion,  adventurer, and bunny chaser was hit and killed early this morning. It's going to be mighty lonely around here without the little dog with the big attitude. His spirit is I hope where there are lots of bunnies to chase across the pastures.  I'm surrounded by reminders....and it's going to take a while to get past the tears.    

hot out of the oven...

Allrighty then...I know it's been a while, but I'm trying to get a life here. Will try to fit this in before the oven timer goes off for the artichoke quiche...


Gus and I made it home to the bunkhouse before the snow started flying on the mountain passes. The grand with the hot pink casts has had them removed, surgery scars healed nicely, and is walking with just her ankle braces...Yea! I'm not buffed though...possibly takes more than a couple of weeks to perform that miracle.  
We've heard from the grand corpsman in Af'stan, finally, after being incognito for weeks, he's good and got a promotion.
  
Got my hair trimmed..."just let me check to see when we had you in here last...ahhh...in May.  So, being a regular is not your thing..."  Sortta looks that way don't it.  While we were swapping lies, the beauty shop phone rang.  One of the gals answered and got a horrified look on her face. She turned to the rest of us and said, "Ethel's locked in the restroom and can't get the door open." After a bit of discussion concerning how long Ethel had been in there, and the need for a replacement locking door nob, it was decided that they should help her get out.  She agreed to "hold harmless" them and was released on her own recog soon after.  Bet that's the last time Ethel uses the restroom on her Blue Rinse hair day,  naugh... she's really old and will have forgotten by the next appointment.
Ding...

On the way to...

Gus and I drove up that nine hour long ribbon of highway to spend the holidays with Sean and his girls in the great Pacific Northwest.  
Sean is busy working to provide for his girls. I'm here to take care of the homefront, as the youngest recovers from surgeries on both her hips and legs.  This means full leg casts, this means granny is doing a bit of lifting. An eight year old can test your mettle any day, add in full leg casts and you know what I'm up against.  Last night as I was lifting the girl with the hot pink casts into bed...her sister said, with awe in her voice..."Granny you are going to be sooo buff when this is all over"...