Tales from the O-NO Ranch 11-29-10
Gentle readers I have come to a concrete conclusion that my talents don’t include doing several things at one time. I believe it’s called multi-tasking in today’s terminology. I always seem to get side tracked and lose some of my ability to stay focused.
Just the other day I went out to check on the horses and found the water tub a wee bit low. I stuck the hose in the tub and started the water to run. Don’t get ahead of me here, I’ll get there soon enough. It was cold and was going to get much colder so I decided to fire up ol’ Alice, my AC tractor and let the battery charge some. Why not fire up the Harley also and keep that battery charged? I thought to myself. So I did. “Hummmm, I wonder if I should go and check the mail?” I walked out to the road and got the mail. It was windy and cold so I took the mail inside and made the decision to go ahead and kill the tractor and the Harley as they had been running about 15 to 20 minutes by now. After that little task was done I went inside and turned on the “telly” to see how the college football scores were shaping up. I had a good toasty fire in the woodstove and made myself very comfortable. A little later my daughter called and ask if when I came into town that evening would I bring her an item from the saddle room. I said that I would and I put on my boots, coat and hat and started out the back door knowing that if I didn’t get the item right then and there I most likely would forget. I observed a small lake forming in the pasture that joins the corral. “Goshzootie” (that was one of my dad’s favorite words when something had gone really wrong.) Yep, you guessed it, I had forgotten to turn off the water at the corral. Folks, this is not the first time I have done this and it infuriates me when I realize how forgetful I can be.
I have come up with a novel idea that I think will work for you and me when we need help in this direction. I have a wooden clothes-pin laying on the kitchen counter. I will attach it to my shirt collar, my jacket collar or pocket flap any time I go out to run water. If I get side tracked into multi tasking and don’t get back to turn the water off, it won’t be long until I notice that I have a clothes-pin right under my nose. The clothes-pin will be saying, “Hey, ya big dummy, you’ve gone and done it again now go and turn the water off before you flood the corral!”
I will listen and follow instructions. My real fear down deep takes me back to my dad. He died from Alzheimer’s disease and of course, each and every time I forget something my mind races back to what if? When it comes down to it, I personally believe that it’s just a case of “old guy forgets sometimes.”
I do hope your Thanksgiving gave you pause to reflect on the blessings that you have and that you didn’t overdo it on the pumpkin pie!
Stay tuned, check yer cinch on occasion and I’ll c. ya.
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