Mary Ann, aka the Trail Boss, is feeling much, much better. Around the Triple L, we’re kicking our heels together. She’ll be under the weather for a while, but she’s on the mend and in very good spirits, and that’s what matters.
Looks like we’ll get some rain today, and some thunder this afternoon. When I went out to feed the horses this morning, I tried to get them to go into their stalls, but they were having none of that. For them, it’s business as usual. Even the old Buckaroo, slow-moving as he is, likes it better outside. Not surprising, really, since horses are pretty much all-weather critters. And, hey, they got baths without my having to hose them down. š
It’s all good.
I’m driving Miss Sadie today, and I’ll be writing once I get back. Wendy and Jeremy are still here–Wendy is working on her movie (she’s a screenwriter if I didn’t already brag) and Jeremy has been helping out with all kinds of tasks. He’s going to make one great son-in-law and a very good dad when the time comes. There is marriage talk, so I still have hopes of being a grandmother someday. š
Wendy has recovered nicely from her kidney infection. She’s her old self. We’ve been visiting up a storm and bowling in the living room using the Wii.
This weekend is Father’s Day. I’ll be sad, missing mine, but I will also celebrate. After all, I had Skip Lael for a dad for 58 years. As the old bull-rider himself would surely say, that’s a damn good run.
I’ll be back on Monday morning.
May God bless and rebless you, and then bless you again for good measure.
All you fathers out there: thanks. You know the old saying. Any fool can make a baby, but it takes a MAN to raise one.
