We took a ride late this afternoon turning at the sign that read Christine Road in the next town over. Not a good paved road but gravel. We drove and drove until John started getting worried, he couldn't remember where we were. I always tell him we will eventually come to a road or town and know where we are. He has become a real worry wart in his old age. We drove some more and more until he said we may have to turn and go back. Not if I could help it so I kept putting him off. Just wait until we get around this bend, I think Christine will be in sight. Just wait until we go over that hill I think Christine will be in sight. Finally I even started getting a little worried, afraid I was going to be driving in the dark on a lonely country road and not know where we were. Finally we meet a couple of cars and start to see a few old houses. Oh yeah we both breathed a sigh of relief, Christine at last. There is the church where we have gone to picnics in the long ago past. There is the post office we have passed and I stopped to take a picture once because it is a cute little house looking post office. Highway 16 here we come. I picked up speed and we were home before dark. John said this it the last time. I said yes until the next time.
Saturday, June 24, 2017
Friday, June 23, 2017
I told him so, not once but many times over the years. You have to do something about your closet. When the pole breaks you're on your own. The last time I told him was Sunday, Father's Day. Two more shirts on the rack. I guess that was the final stress, the pole broke this morning, splintered all to pieces. Clothes everywhere, what does one person need so many shirts for? We have a favorite thrift store in San Antonio where we find new or like new clothes and get a senior discount on Monday and Wednesdays. John's daughter-in-law always remembers him with two shirts on his birthday and father's day but she doesn't remember he is not as large as he used to be. Somehow they don't seem to get exchanged. A waste, a sin, well his renter who is a large man has an unexpected bag of shirts on his front porch and John is still working on them. He thought I was going to hop in and start working on them but my butt seems to be glued to the chair. I've been working on my own problem. He will have to learn I've been keeping house for many years and I know when a pole (rack) is under stress.
Thursday, June 22, 2017
Friday, June 16, 2017
Wednesday, June 14, 2017
I miss those days of sitting on the edge of the stock tank and talking to the turtles and of course feeding them bread and cat food. Someone once ask me what I call them. I called them boys and girls come and get it. They would swim from the far side of the stock tank and some would come out of the water and some to my feet. My next plan was to get them to let me pet them then I read they can carry disease. Not a good idea and especially with my low immune system from very low blood platelets I decided with disappointment I shouldn't touch them. We don't go to the ranch much anymore and the times we did I didn't see the turtles. John does still have some cows but he has given some to his kids and his son looks after the rest. John's lease will be up in a while and it won't be renewed as he has Macular Degeneration. He got his first cow when he was 16 and is now 82. At one time he leased four places and owned one and had over 100 cows but I guess everything has to come to an end.
I'm proud of our town for displaying a flag in front of every business on Federal holidays. It is quite an undertaking to drive to every business early in the morning and install a flag into all the flag pole holders. At dusk it's to do all over again to gather them up, roll them, secure them, and drive to where ever they store them. We put our own small flag out to say we're proud to be Americans and to live free where we can put our flags out or not as we choose. God Bless America.