Tales from the O-NO Ranch
Gentle readers, I just came in off of the front deck where I was enjoying a lazy Sunday afternoon in the warm Colorado sunshine. Today has just been one of those days. One of those really enjoyable kinda days. I played hooky from church (shame on me) because I felt like it was going to be a decent sort of day where the temps reached into the high 40s or low 50s with no wind and I wanted to ride my bikes. Shows ya that I’m really a back row Baptist sometimes when it comes to push or shove. Shame on me again!
Turns out that the weather girl got it right this time and after feeding the ponies, havin’ breakfast, doin’ a load of laundry, and makin’ the bed, I was headed down the interstate toward Wally World some 30 miles away from the O-NO. It was cool, but I was cooler in my wheat colored chaps, with the silver conchos, fringed legs and belt and pocket flaps trimmed in burgundy. Plus all that, my big bike “Bubba” is the very same color and that’s one of the reasons I bought it. Yep, I was one cool old man! Walked into Wally World like I owned the place and I didn’t bother to take off my leggins. Didn’t seem to bother anybody as hardly anyone noticed. Did my errands got back to the O-NO and got on my other bike that’s really fun to ride and took it for a spin around the country and back home.
What a day. Oh, I wasn’t done yet. Nope, I needed to leg up a couple of the ponies and be sure they didn’t have any buck in ’em since they hadn’t been ridden in a couple of months. My daughter and her family are coming out tomorrow for lunch and a little horseback riding so I wanted to get the ponies checked out. They did absolutely perfect, no problem which added up to makin’ it one of those really good days.
Ooops, I forgot to pick up more soda and chips for our lunch tomorrow so I had a good excuse to jump back on Bubba and run into our little burg of Wellington and pick up those items. While in the little market a young feller was standing in line and sort of lookin’ me over.
“Nice chaps, Mister,” he quipped with a smile and an appreciation for good leggins.
“Thanks, I had a feller make these for a few years back when I was doin’ a little more cowboyin’ than I am now and then I run across a motorcycle that matches ’em so I bought it!” I proudly spoke.
“Nothin’ wrong with that,” he shot back.
I payed for my pop and chips and went back out and got my helmet and gloves on and started to leave the parkin’ lot when I looked up and saw the young feller and his wife standin’ and puttin’ groceries in their vehicle and watchin’ me all at the same time.
As I eased out and passed them I spoke again, “Kinda’ purty ain’t it?”
“Yessir, I would say that you sure are!” he said with a grin.
One of those really good days.
Gentle readers, I sure hope you have some of these really good days all the rest of the year.
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