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Sunday, March 16, 2014

Hummers Arrived A day Late

It's okay they are a day late. Maybe the wind slowed them down. You can bet Susie isn't out watching them. She and I both hate when the wind blows and ruffles our hair. For you that may not know Susie doesn't catch birds, she just watches them as if to say what fools. I don't work for my food. I just lay in a soft bed until someone brings it to me. Just got back from the grocery store to learn they have blocked off my favorite parking area there. They are building on and remodeling My HEB and keeping it open while they do it. Of course they aren't going to close and miss all that oilfield boom traffic. I'm such a creature of habit. When I go to Walmart or HEB I like to park on an end of the store so I don't have to search for my truck as much. Now I have to use my brain to remember which number row I parked on. Poor little calves are going to get their baby shots tomorrow. We think Number 12's baby is number seventeen. Jack the real cowboy will be at the ranch bright and early with his horse and trailer. We went to a visitation for a real cowboy who died last week. Lots of flowers combined with wire fence, boots and things that signified his life. His hat was near by and his daughter told me he was being buried with his boots on.

8 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

i like the remembrance for the cowboy. bless him and his family...

glad your hummers are there! wind is ferocious - still! :)

Jean said...

I'm glad after I broke my hip I give in and got a handicap thing to hang on the inside mirror of the car and truck. I haven't got a tag yet. I have to admit it's hard to find a handicap place open at Wal-Mart's. Ha. I'm doing better now, but it's hard on Grover to have to walk so far. Take care. Jean

Cindi said...

I quibble w/hubby when it comes to parking. He seems to roam around finding the perfect spot. I'm like just park, near/far no matter, at least if its far I tend to remember where it is, I dont know why...

Cindi said...

I quibble w/hubby when it comes to parking. He seems to roam around finding the perfect spot. I'm like just park, near/far no matter, at least if its far I tend to remember where it is, I dont know why...

TARYTERRE said...

It's good for a cowboy to be buried with his boots on. I too always try to park in the same area when I shop so I don't lose my car.

jack69 said...

Ah yeah, a cowboy Texas THANG, I like that being buried with his boots on. I remember that as a kid. That is sweet. I like it when memorials are like you described, it says something about a life.
I 'KNOWED' them hummers would make it.
And Yep anytime there was coffee served folks I knew did't have a cute pitcher, just a can of Pet will do. (smile)

WE all look for our vehicle in BIG parking lots. some times I even remember to look for something to remind me.

Of course it is a great entry!

Kath said...

Parking lots are a nightmare at times Paula.My Sister once had to walk home and send her Hubby looking there,as she couldn't remember where she had parked her car Haaa!!
Love that the Cowboy was burried with his boots on.Great story once again.Happy I am learning my way around this new computer, Windows 8.I would't want to lose your Blog.Have a great St Pats Day Paula.Take Care God Bless Kath xx

Optimistic Existentialist said...

My thoughts and prayers are with the cowboy's family.