An old cowboy wandering the west with a batshit crazy dog and a fine Buckskin Mare in a Lakota LQ drug around by a tired ol' Dodge Pickup.

Saturday, September 3, 2022

Bet Ya'll Thought I'd Turned Up My Toes and They Planted Me...

Well... Not yet!

There's lots of ways to say it; Never Quit. Never give up the Fight. Never die easy. It's time to separate the Cowboys from the men...

Whatever. 

Point is; Time to Bow my head. Grit my teeth and Ride in to the Wind...

Came here to Missouri more'n five years ago. Plan was ONE summer to help my daughters family a little with their house build while my stove up shoulder healed... 

Yeah... My counsel is; Never!  Not EVER voice anything as a plan. Keep that thinking 🤐 under your hat!

Now here I am a lot less prime...but still digging my way under the fence.

The universe has thrown all sorts of fun and athletics in the way of my escape; Pneumonia, broken vehicles, financial demolition, all that disrupting "nonsense" of the past 2 1/2 years whose name shall not be spoken in my presence... and lately, just for added adventure, cancer and now subjecting Cora to laminitis...

Yep. My luck basket remains overflowing.

But the story does continue... just like those first few paragraphs describe.

There out in front of me, sustained by will and Hope is a tiny pinpoint of light... and this old buster is riding for it.

That raggedy old trailer "Mother Goose" that's pictured when I got her... and an Older Truck, "Frank" has joined her.

After way wayyyyyy too long they're Both nearing completion. I'll do a full catch up/tour on each as I get my own wheels rolling a little smoother.

I have a whole lot of houskeeping to do here on this neglected Blog!

Hopefully a few folks haven't yet deleted their subscription here... keep watching... I'm building something fine...