Happy Friday to you. I hope you get off work early and have plans to sip cold drink on a summery deck somewhere.
I’m spending mine under a blanket on my cozy couch dosed up on pain pills after partaking in a little surgery (nothing major…and no, not a nose job) yesterday.
Yes, full disclosure, I’m on drugs.
Word is I’ll be feeling better tomorrow. That’s what I’m telling myself anyway as I’ve been enduring daytime television programming and small attempts at sounding coherent on work calls I decided to return since I am home and not supposed to go anywhere.
And now for your lesson of the day: you shouldn’t return work calls when you’re on hyrdocodone.
You probably shouldn’t respond to emails either. Or write a blog.
But I could be worse. I could be Little Sister. She got her wisdom teeth removed on Wednesday.
She looks like a chipmunk and can’t eat Doritos.
So there’s that.
At least I can eat Doritos. If we had Doritos.
I could really go for some Doritos…
Yup, we’re a pathetic lot out here at the ranch. But while we’ve been resting Husband and Little Sister’s man have been working on putting up the deck in time for my birthday party because, besides world peace, my one birthday wish is that I will be able to celebrate 30 by toasting to old age with tequila on the beautiful deck attached to our house.
And my husband, bless his handyman soul, is doing what he can.
I’ll keep you posted.
But for now, in honor of Friday, mandatory couch time and my drug induced loss for words, I would like to give you a little update on what’s been going on around the old homestead these days.
To sum it up, it’s August and it’s been raining, which is not common for this month. Our ranch missed the recent devastating hail storm that rolled in across the country side, wiping out large wheat fields and leaving farmers to shake their heads at the loss. We are shaking ours at the thought.
The cows have been finding a new hole in the fence to crawl through every day because the grass is apparently greener.
The horses are sleek and are spending the warm days swishing their tails, nodding their heads and running from the flies,
the chokecherries are ripe, the plums will soon follow,
the clover is tall, the late summer wildflowers are in bloom,
the oil is still pumping,
The badlands are at their best,
LIttle Man keeps growing up,
the dogs have decided it’s their duty to protect us from the squirrels in the trees, so that’s why they never stop barking if you’re wondering…
The dragonflies are back for their fill of mosquitos. So are the bats. And we don’t mind at all.
The thunderheads roll in at night,
and the sunsets are spectacular.
There’s even been some rainbow sightings.
And we’re pretty happy around here, even when we’re not on the painkillers…
So you should come for a visit. You can stay in the cabin. That came this month too.
And God willing, in a week I’ll have a deck and I’ll pour you a cold one and we can cheers to good friends and good weather and good health.
But for a little while, I’ll be here, under this blanket, eating Doritos and watching that deck go up from the cool side of the window…
Peace, Love and pain medication,