Think we might be partying too much. Or something. But it always seems that these FUN things come all at once, or in clusters.
Went to Rodeo on Tuesday. The walking just about did me in with this damned sore foot. But I wore my red boots, and I think they stabilize my ankle, so I lasted longer than I feared I would. We wandered around Reliant Arena, touched on some of the retail booths, but that stuff is so expensive, or else I'm a cheapskate. Never in a million years would I buy a purse that costs $475. It's just not in my DNA to spend so frivolously. Then we hoofed it over to the stock show, which I always enjoy. It was swine day, and we sure saw a lot of them. Amazing how they walk them around without a leash, just using a thin flexible stick that they bump their sides with, right then left, to keep them moving along. They seem so well-behaved, unlike the wild hogs that roam around this countryside.
Watched some chicks peck their way out of their eggshell, and then lay there swamped, soaking wet, flattened like they'd been decked. A few of the others in the incubator were staggering around like drunk sailors. One kept poking his itsy beak at a piece of cardboard lying on the bottom of the pen. They were really cute. Children were ganged around the exhibit in wonder. There was also a petting zoo, which brought back memories of my boys. My oldest adored petting zoos, and would rush in to pick up the first baby goat he came to, and just carry it around hugging it. He's always been the animal lover. We watched a dairy cow hooked up to a milking machine. Educational. She didn't seem to mind it at all.
Then we went upstairs and had a couple of drinks and some popcorn in the private club for committeemen. My SO is a past president of the Trailriders Association, and so is a lifetime committeeman. We got in every place without waiting in line because of his gold badge. I just looped my arm through his and smiled me way along. Did the same when we walked in the Chute Club at the stadium, before we went in to watch the rodeo, and later Keith Urban
!What a performer he is! And a guitar hero, on top of it all! He's much more rock and roll than he is country. In fact, my SO was squirming to leave by song number two. He is definitely NOT a rock and roll baby like me, not at all into screaming guitars. He's just enough older than me that there's that difference in our musical tastes. He's more about do-whop, the Everly Brothers
, Jerry Lee Lewis
, and all that 50s stuff. Plus, he's a country boy and loves all that Grand Old Opry stuff, too. Anyway, the concert was not for him, but I more or less ignored his discomfort and enjoyed the music, the performance, the crowd participation. It was a long, sore walk back to where we had parked the car. The dog was happy to see us when we returned to the motel. We fell in bed and slept like the dead.Next morning, had a message on my cell from the SO's daughter-in-law that her grandmother had passed away, so we're in funeral mode here, now, expecting the crowd to arrive tomorrow for the Saturday morning funeral. In the middle of cleaning house for all this, the blind company called. The wooden blinds I ordered a few weeks ago had arrived. The installer came over to put them up. He was fast. Took about an hour and so now we have blinds in the main room. I can smell the new varnish on them. They match the wooden beams across the ceiling. But they also make the room dimmer. It's going to take some getting used to. The two windows that face towards the backyard may end up with blinds raised completely. I love looking out on this place, especially now with the wild flowers blooming their heads off all over the place, and with the grass turning green. I guess spring is my very most favorite time of year. I want to be outside every minute.
Nothing to say about writing, other than I'm not.
Onward ....
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