Thursday, August 13, 2009
One Leg In And One Leg Out
That is the position I was in when the phone rang tonight in John's room waking him from a deep sleep. Really it was a nap while waiting for the Dallas Cowboys football game to come on. I was going to shower and shampoo my hair but it didn't happen. When the phone rings at night I always eavesdrop and then I can tell who is calling and what the next step in our country life might be. I hear him say yes this is John and yes I have cows on Hwy 97, then I'll be right out. This is my signal to get that leg back in those jeans 'cause we're gonna ride. We each grab a flashlight and head west. When we get near the ranch we drive on the shoulder of the road so we can see in the bar ditch a little better. Not a cow in sight but when we get to the cattle guard the gate has been closed. Probably some fellow cattleman drove by and did the manly thing. Drove them in and closed the gate. The gate over the cattle guard doesn't usually need to be closed except when he has some half grown calves that get to big for their britches and learn to jump the cattle guard or when he has sold some baby calves and the mamas are looking for them. Sometime the grass just looks greener on the other side. It was a wasted trip but as John said he would have worried all night not knowing if they were still on the highway. Too dangerous for people and for the cows that are out. So here I sit with both legs in my jeans and hair still dirty. Oh well tomorrow is another day.