Tales from the O-NO Ranch
October 15, 2007
I’m not ready for winter! Physically, I am – mentally, I’m not. I’ve got the firewood stacked, the hay shed full of good hay and the propane tank topped off and the chimney has been swept. My mind says, “I ain’t ready for six months of wind and cold, I just ain’t!”
I did get in a good little ride on my ole paint, Howdy, last week as I helped to gather cows off one of the local grazing associations. The weather was nice, the country beautiful and the cows fat and sassy. I was also a little sore the next morning after riding at a fast running walk or steady lope, as the cows were a mite trotty.
I’ve been able to ride my motorcycles some here lately, as the weather permits. I had to put myself in the sick pen for a week or so, as I caught a really bad cold and just couldn’t shake it. I’m on the mend now and will try to take advantage of every decent day that comes my way.
I’m just not ready for grandkids to grow up so fast. The oldest will be 12 in December and the two youngest are now 6. The two oldest boys, Buckshot and Gavin are beginning to go through that period where their voices are starting to change a little and I just can’t stand it. I want them all to be little for their grandpa for a few more years. Being a grandparent is one of God’s greatest gifts, it really is. I feel some sadness each time I think about Little Miss Martha not being here to share in this special time of life.
I am sure not ready for another political season to get underway in a smothering way. I am already sick of things that have been forthcoming for so many months now. It wears a body down to think that in our country we have reached a place that looks like a dead end street with no way to turn around and go back. Of course there is always a way to make changes and correct some of the mistakes that we have allowed to take place.
I’m not ready to get any older. I want to stay this same age forever. Give or take some ups and downs, for the most part, I am enjoying my life and special friends and family. The fall of the year is a wonderful time to be alive and watch the seasons change and I wouldn’t have it any other way. To see the beautiful Rocky Mountains take on their blanket of white against a beautiful blue cobalt sky is always inspiring to me.
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That all said, “I just ain’t ready.”
Stay tuned, check yer cinch on occasion and I’ll c ya.