Hollywood Glamour? Not Me..Not Today

Not me

I momentarily forgot that it isn't all about me.  Happens every once in a while.  The plan:  to ease into the day    => sit in pjs, sip rich coffee, & read....and that's just how it began.  I love wonderful silky pjs...like the ones I imagine Hollywood starlets of old wore while lounging on an overstuffed chaise in a boudoir smoking a cigarette held ever so elegantly in a long cigarette holder, darling...  I almost pull that look off..minus the cigarette, chaise and the boudoir, oh...but with a pair of not-so-chic-but-warm slippers.

So far the morning was going as planned when Cowboy called the house phone.  He had gone to meet the electrician who would then follow him back to the farm ('cause the roads out here are confusing--even for Rand McNally).  The reason for the call?  The reason why my morning routine was so rudely interrupted?  He couldn't reach Ranch Hand on his cell phone.  Which is no big surprise since out here the words "cell" "phone" and "service" are never used in the same sentence unless "non-existent" is there, too.

"Hey, drive up to the barn and tell him not to light the fire.  Well, he might be in the front pasture.  Just find him and tell him don't light the fire.  Hurry!"

"Ok."  Hurry?  Not so easy when I've just been lounging in silky pjs.  Quickly my mind shifted into overdrive...get dressed?   No, it'll take too long.  It's 9 degrees!  Carhartts over the pjs...yes!   Socks? yes or no? Yes.  Snow boots.  Barn coat, gloves, glasses, hat.  ....then I went outside...no keys in the truck!! Lightning fast fingers dialed Cowboy's cell number..

"Uhh.  Where are the keys?"

"Oh, sorry.  They're in my pocket."

"Ok, I'll walk up there."    I wasn't really upset, to my own surprise.  It's only about 1/4 mile..if that.

  I walked up to the barn lot thinking "what a great workout, I should do this every day."  As I'm reflecting on that thought now, I realize how hastily it came to mind.  "Don't do anything hasty" -- that's my motto!  (well, one of them)   I saw that the gator was parked in the barn.  Oh gator!  I hadn't even thought of you.   It reluctantly started and I drove to the front pasture.  A scarf would have been good idea.  Oh well, I'm a tough broad.

I made it to the front pasture without frostbite.  

"Hey!  Don't light that fire!  I don't know why."

My mission was complete.  Just as I was closing the pasture gate to head back home, Cowboy pulled up.  He was pleased with me.  Yay me!

I decided that clothing would ultimately be a good choice since I had to go to post office and the hardware store.  I even went all out and did my make-up.  You never know.....

Errands done...good deal!

Then later in the afternoon, I decided a nap would be in order.  I stretched out on the couch with quilt and pillow (my nap buddies) and relaxed.  Just when I had let out that last contented sigh dividing wake and sleep, the back door opened.  It was Cowboy.

"Mom?"  (I know....he's always lived under the delusion that he's one of the kids and I don't have to heart to tell him otherwise).   If I don't answer right away, he just calls louder.....so

"Yeah,"  I called.

"I need you to go to the bank."

I was just in town 2 hours ago.  Oh well......it can't always be about me.

Oh yeah,  on the way to town I saw hundreds of geese flying north....what do you think?  Spring?  Around the corner?  It's January.  Maybe they're confused.

Did I tell you that I saw a bald eagle a while back?  Well, I did!   And it wasn't on the back of my quarter; it was in a tree!  So yeah, I'm feeling pretty darn special.