Y’all like my boots? I knew you would. That’s why I share things with you. You are good Share-ers of Joy. The boy bought me an awesome pair of boots as a wedding present, and, wouldn’t you know it, our new puppy Abe chewed the toe off. So, on this trip, I
begged and pleaded in true lover’s fashion asked him sweetly if I had earned a new pair what with cooking and cleaning and giving birth. I luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuHUV them. I have worn them every day. Sometimes, yes, with my robe. And sometimes I dance.
Texas was everything it should be: warm, sunny, good company, and lots of cows. We’re getting cows, people. Longhorns, to be specific. We visited Panther Creek Ranch near Waco and chatted with Joe and Marin for half a day about these gentle giants. That afternoon pretty much sealed the deal for us. They can live for over 20 years. They’re friendly. They give birth without help. You can ride them. Their beef (if it comes to that) is the leanest of meats out there. They can survive on basically nothing (giving us leeway to go camping in the summers). And, eventually if you have a good mix, a nice old Texas Oil man will buy some for his front yard and they will pay for themselves. Read that again: A HOBBY THAT PAYS FOR ITSELF. So, we need some fence… a lot of fence, but we hope to have at least a couple by the next hayride. Giddyup. [more longhorn photos]
The good company part? Let me tell you that Texas has a certain breed of people: even the crazy ones are nice. It’s the drawl, perhaps. I was able to visit with basically everyone I know still living in Texas. A few even housed us since the Company Conference of 2008 Disaster had left us homeless for a week. To all of you you loved on us, ate with us (ohohoh, the eating… brisket at the Railhead, sandwhiches at Alvin Ord’s, pizza at F&As… sooo stinkin’ good), talked deep with us, and talked silly with us: Thank You. We love you and we miss you and You Do Texas Proud. And also, I miss you. A lot.
Sunday came and
the Dodge Charger had to be returned Curt had to go back to work. Rylie and I stayed a bit longer… mostly so she could cry and not eat, but hey. Grandparents are fantastic helpers in those situations. We spent a lot of time with the goats. My parents raise Boer Goats, and man if they aren’t the friendliest animals on the planet! There were new babies just Rylie’s size. She hugged them and squeezed them and we stopped her before she put little bows on them. We’re fans of goats- or Goks! as Rylie calls them. Us leaving sent two more mammas into labor and now there are four more little ones running around. I think a couple of them should come up here to keep the longhorns company. Look at this photo! Is that not the cheesiest fake smile you’ve ever seen? Skipper needs a little work in that department. [more goat photos**]