Sunday, August 25, 2013
You Know It's Dry When-------
You know it's dry when the sheriff's department knows your telephone number. You know it's dry when the cattle start sticking their head through the fence to eat the green grass in the bar ditch. The caller said they had the cow back in but John needs to check the fences first thing in the morning. We went out anyway but by the time we got there it was so dark we couldn't see if the fences were bad, good, there, or not there. It used to be fun to jump in the truck at a moment's notice and race out to take care of the problem what ever it was. Not so much anymore. Seems to happen just when we get our snack all ready and the TV on ready for a relaxing night. The same conversation transpires. I'm getting too old for this I need to sell out. John got his first cow when he was sixteen and it went from there. What would he do without cattle? Watch TV, eat, and sleep. He has no hobbies and doesn't plan on getting any. I always suggest he could take up knitting.