Thursday, May 24, 2018

Christmas Trees!

Yesterday I got back to Big Foot Ranch, at 2:00. And yes, I would have gotten back here sooner, but when adios-ing Alpine, after topping-off Roy's tank, I got behind a huge hay-hauling truck and I had to follow it all of the way to the first rest stop, on the other side of Fort Stockton.

It was great to be back home and after hugging all of our dogs and Tony. I made me a quick sandwich and then I went over to Carol's ranch to tell her all about my "research trip" and fact gathering mission, for my third novella—The Cowgirl Sisterhood: Ghost Riders In The Sand, Part III.

We were sitting out on her beautiful deck, watching the big fish swimming around her lake, when I told her, "I loved my cabin, at the Terlingua Ranch Lodge and I was lucky to get it, because they only had three vacancies left. Because there was this Christmas Tree convention staying there and the place was packed with friendly Christmas tree people..."

"What?" Carol asked me, followed by a chuckle. "Why would there be a Christmas tree convention, in the desert?"

"I don't know. I thought it was sort of weird too. Anyway, Jim Keaveny asked me to please tell you hi and he and...."

An hour later, Scout barked and he stood up on the deck. Scout is Carol's old, sweet, lovable black Lab that has the gigantic paws. And he and my Roy are famous, because our two, old Labs are in my Cowgirl Sisterhood novellas.

Anyway, Scout barked because he saw Tony driving up the driveway. So when Tony arrived, Bill came out on the deck to join us. And we had a fun visit. We talked about our awesome keyhole gardens, how much we love the hilarious Duck Dynasty show and then we changed the topic to fire ants and then to bees.

Tony and I took turns telling Bill (Carol already knew the hilarious story) about Tony's and Chet O'Keefe's over night trip to Port Aransas, many years ago, when they went down there to spend the night with Rick, at the lighthouse, on the island.

They went down there so they could bring back Rick's bees and bee equipment, because Rick was moving to Nicaragua. Rick was giving away all of this to Tony, so Tone could take over Rick's hobby and become a beekeeper too. And to say the least, "We were all laughing so hard my back began to ache, so we came home.

And speaking of Rick, our mutual friend Ronnie Namour, the music scene writer for the Island Moon, who came up with Rick, last Friday, to visit us, sent me the article that he wrote for the  Island Moon newspaper's May 24th Edition.

I loved reading his humorous story about his and Rick's Hill Country adventure and Ronnie even mentioned Tony and me and Kinky's CD release party, in his fun to read article. Here's the article, but I think that you will have to enlarge it to be able to easily read it:

Well today has been great. I slept like a log last night and I didn't crawl out of bed until 9:00 this morning, because the dream I was dreaming involved Christmas trees. And once again, the first thing that I did when I got out of bed was to hug our dogs and Tony, because I was so glad to be back home. Then I drank two cups of delicious Donut Shop Coffee.

Y'all have a great evening and keep on laughing!

P.S. I just got off the phone with Carol. Tomorrow night our dear friend Stephen K. Morris will be playing, at the Medina Highpoint Resort. Carol & Bill and Tony and I are going. So y'all come on out, too.

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Road Trip!

Today has been great, but don't be shocked that I am in Terlingua tonight as I write this post. It was sort of spur-of-the-moment decision, but I needed to come out here to do a little more research for my third novella. And I think the title is going to be: The Cowgirl Sisterhood: Ghost Riders, Part III. But it is not written in stone, so that may change.

Anyway, I left Medina around 8:00 this morning and got to the Terlingua Lodge around 3:30. I would have gotten here around 3:00, but I got behind a slow moving truck between Alpine and the Terlingua Ranch Road and that is why it took me thirty minutes longer than it should have.

You may be asking yourself, "Well, why didn't she pass the truck?" And if you knew me well enough the answer is—I never pass anything when I'm driving.

I love the Cabin 32 that I'm staying in tonight and I have a beautiful view of the mountains from my front porch and both big windows.

Late this afternoon our dear musician friend, Jim Keaveny, came out to the Lodge to check on me and he wanted to treat me to dinner, but I told him no, because I wasn't hungry. But I did go down to the Bad Rabbit Cafe, for him to eat dinner there and we had a really fun visit. 

The only bad thing about this trip is I do not have any cell phone reception, so before I wrote this post I wrote Tony an e-mail and then sent Carol a note asking her to please call Tony to tell him to check his e-mail. "So thank you Carol!"

This evening I plan to hunker down, in Cabin 32, and write more of my third novella. Then I plan to go to bed early, because I plan to leave early, in the morning and drive back home. And I'm hoping to be back home around 2:00, unless of course, I get behind another slow moving vehicle. And other than me missing Tony and our dogs—life is good.

Y'all have a great evening and keep on laughing!

Saturday, May 19, 2018

Rick's Gone Again! or Island Moon!

Yesterday Rick and his good friend Ronnie Narmour arrived, right after Hazel went back, into the closet, to rest.

Tony and I already knew Ronnie, but not very well. Because Rick and Ronnie came out to the rescue ranch, several years ago, for a short visit, before taking off for Leakey, to spend the weekend with friends.

By the way, if you're not from Texas, for some reason the small, beautiful, Hill Country town of Leakey is pronounced—Lake-y. Not leaky like in a leaking faucet.

And yes, I agree it is a little weird, but that's how we say things in Texas. In fact, I could write an entire post about how we Texans talk. But not tonight.

Anyway, we also met Ronnie a few times when we went, to Port Aransas, to visit Rick aka "The Friendly Lighthouse Keeper." We liked Ronnie, but basically all we knew about him was he wrote a weekly column, about the music scene, for the local Island Moon newspaper. And here is a copy of Ronnie's article that he wrote in last week's Island Moon.

After Rick and Ronnie unloaded their stuff, in the Airstream, we got to visiting, on the front porch. And in no time flat, we discovered that music was our common thread amongst us and that we knew many of the same musician friends.

So last night, when my entertaining skills were dipping, I told them about Mike Judge Presents Tales From the Tour Bus. "It is this super cool, music series where famous musicians and their friends are interviewed and it is animated....I love it and have never seen anything like it."

"My dear friend Carol told me about it several weeks ago and she had strongly suggested that we watch it. So last week, I finally watched the thirty-minute, Billy Joe Shaver episode. And it blew me out of the saddle. In fact, I asked Tony to watch just a few minutes of it and he ended up watching the entire episode, too."

"In the Billy Joe Shaver episode which is totally awesome, Kinky, Bobby Bare, Connie Nelson, Billy Gibbons (ZZ Top), to name just a few of the famous people interviewed. And that famous lawyer, Dick DeGuerin, is in it too. Where he talks about Billy's famous trial, in Waco...."

"Kinky is great in it, too. He did his interview, in his office, and talks about Billy Joe adopting Mama from us and Billy's trial...."

Well I had said enough to peak their interest, so we sat down and watched the entire Billy Joe Shaver episode. And Rick and Ronnie totally loved it like I knew they would.

My entertaining skills were now on a roll, so to speak, because they were hooked. So we then watched the two episodes about Waylon Jennings and then the two episodes about Tammy Wynette and George Jones.

By now all of us were speechless after watching these episodes. So it was a good time for me to say, "Good night, y'all. See you in the morning."

After Ronnie and Rick marched off to the Airstream, Tony went to bed and I stayed up and watched a couple of episodes of Heartland, on Netflix.

This morning I cooked Blueberry Belgian Waffles for everyone and Rick ate two of them.

Tony adios-ed us, around 9:15, and he took off to go with friends to another Medina baseball game, in San Antone, so I told them about,

"The Wrecking Crew is an amazing documentary, on Netflix, about these hand-picked, incredibly talented, unknown musicians, who played on just about every hit record during the 50's and 60's. And some of them were Leon Russell and Glen Campbell. So Ronnie, Rick and I ended up watching that, before they took off for Austin, around 11:00.

And the rest of my day has been great, except for when Tony got back home, a little while go, and told me that Medina had lost the baseball game.

Y'all have a great evening and keep on laughing!

Friday, May 18, 2018

Rick's Here Again!

This past week has been fun and we've also been busy working outside, but it has been nothing to write home about. So I didn't blog, but I wrote and worked on my new, 3rd novella. So life is good.

Yesterday, late afternoon our good friend Rick called to ask if we wanted company for the weekend and we said, "Sure," but we said it right after one another.

So as I finish writing this for tonight, Rick should be arriving within the next ten minutes and Hazel still needs to suck up some dog hair.

Y'all have a great evening and keep on laughing!

Sunday, May 13, 2018

Henry Standing Bear!

Today has been great and I want to wish everyone a Happy Mother's Day.

This morning Tony went outside to work on his keyhole gardens, so knowing that I need to get more exercise, I went outside and pushed the lawn mower around for about an hour. Then I came inside and I was soaking wet, because of the humidity and heat.

After cooling off and drinking a ton of water, I cooked us lunch— spinach frittatas with mushrooms, onion and garlic. And not to brag, but to brag—it was totally delicious and very healthy for us.

Late this afternoon, I decided to make myself finish sewing the pillow covers and all three of them turned out nice.

After I added the pillows to the growing pillow collection, in the Airstream's bedroom, I came back to The Cabin, and happily put away my sewing machine, fabrics and sewing stuff, because—I've lost that sewing feeling. And it's gone, gone, gone. Whoaaaa. Ohooo..Oh."

Since my post last night was sooooooo—long, tonight's is going to be a short post. So I am almost finished writing it.

But before I go out, on the porch, to enjoy a Happy Hour with Tony, I must show you what Henry Standing Bear did today and I promise that I did not coax him to do this. And I do know why he did this. 

Sweet Henry and the rest of our dogs were inside this afternoon and it was getting hot inside, because we still do not have The Cabin, set up with window air conditioners. So to put it bluntly, none of us were thrilled when the inside temperature got up to 89 degrees.

Anyway, because it was so hot inside and outside, Tony and I had the ceiling fans going and we turned on our floor fans, too and then we positioned them throughout The Cabin, to help move the hot air out of the house. Or at least create a breeze.

Long story short—I caught Henry Standing Bear, standing on top of my carved, wooden bear ottoman, to catch the breeze and cool himself, from the floor fan  that was parked near our opened front door. And this is just one more reason why Henry is so cool.

And that is about it for tonight, because I am fixin' to run over to Carol's ranch.

Y'all have a great evening and keep on laughing!

Saturday, May 12, 2018

X Marks The Spot! Or BRS!

The last couple of days I've been productive. Dividing my time between mowing, napping, writing and more mowing.

I mow in the mornings until it gets too hot for me and then I mow in the evening once the sun is hiding behind our tall tree line. So I guess you could say it's a shady deal.

After cooking us lunch and cleaning up the kitchen, I go lay down, on the bed, with all of our six dogs to take a nap. Which they seem to enjoy as much as I do.

I am not complaining about this, but there is one problem with this napping scenario and it never seems to fail. Because right when I am just about to fall asleep, wedged between Henry's huge backside and Little Debbie's & Big Al(ice)'s tiny backsides—the next scene, in my third novella plays out in my head.

I mean I can clearly see the setting, the characters, see what they are doing and also hear what they're saying. And it has always been this way for me, ever since the University of Texas published my first book The Road To Utopia: How Kinky, Tony & I Saved More Animals Than Noah, in 2006.

I've always thought that this was weird, but I've never thought much about it much until the other day when I read this on the Internet:

In a 1957 Paris Review interview with Pati Hill, Capote explained  “I am a completely horizontal author. I can’t think unless I’m lying down, either in bed or stretched on a couch and with a cigarette and coffee handy. I’ve got to be puffing and sipping. As the afternoon wears on, I shift from coffee to mint tea to sherry to martinis. No, I don’t use a typewriter....”

First off, it it such a relief to me to finally be able to define my writing technique when I'm asked. Because I never exactly knew how to describe my "style" of writing, in as few words, to fit it on a bumper-sticker.

Anyway, I am so glad to finally be able to simply say, "I am a completely horizontal author," but that is where the comparison between me and Truman Capote stops. And my reasoning for this is Capote was a remarkably great writer. My uncle John Howard Griffin was a great writer too, when he wrote the famous Classic Black Like Me. Which has sold many millions of books worldwide and it is still selling and is still required reading at many prominent universities.

So, "I am a completely horizontal author" fits me even though I am trying to take an enjoyable nap with my dogs when these scenes appear inside my head and I have to jump up, go to my computer and write them down—instead of lounging around drinking and smoking. Enough said.

Late last night the scariest thing happened to me while I was watching an episode of Heartland, on Netflix. In Season 10, Amy was just about to have her baby, when I glanced down, at Henry Standing Bear sleeping.

Henry was cutting zzz's, squeezed between the coffee table and end table, with "scenes" probably going on inside his noggin, too.  X marks the spot where Henry's head was (facing the chair). My chair is to the left where his butt was almost touching the leg of my chair. Here's the layout:

Anyway, when I looked down there was this gigantic spider spread out—ready to pounce on Henry's paw. marks the spot where this creature was located.

Tony was already asleep, so I knew that I shouldn't scream, so I got up, paused Heartland, grabbed my camera and then tried to calmly say, "Henry! Let's go outside."

It worked, because Henry immediately jumped up and went to the front door, along with all of the rest of our dogs. So I let them go outside.

Then with camera in hand and feeling guilty that I had paused Amy having a horrible labor pain, I bent down and took this picture of the spider from he@#!

This spider didn't move and it looked dead, so I stood back and took a few, far away, zoomed-in pictures, but sadly none of those turned out, because I must have been shaking.

Anyway, since the spider had still not moved, I decided not to stomp it, because I wanted to show it to Tony in the morning. 

And that was a really bad plan, because after I had downloaded this picture of the spider I went Online to try to find out what kind of spider it was that had almost killed Henry and the rest of us, except for Tony, who was snoring, in the bedroom.  

As frightened as I was, I quickly found a picture of a Brown Recluse Spider. "Omg," I whispered to myself, because this was definitely a Brown Recluse. Then I turned around, when I got up from my desk chair and the BRS was gone!

Seriously, it had not moved for at least fifteen minutes and it had looked dead. Now I was in a full-blown panic mode, so I got Hazel, out of the closet, emptied her bag less tank and then let her do her thing.  

I emptied her tank, so in the morning Tony and I could go through all of the dog hair and properly dispose of the BRS wannabe murderer.

By now it was almost 2 AM, and I hated myself for leaving Amy in labor-limbo, for so long, but I turned off the TV and brought the dogs back inside, so we could go to bed. But before we went to bed I wrote Tony a short note telling him about the BRS nearly killing us and I signed it, "Love, Nancy."

Needless to say, I did not sleep well last night, because I was fearing that the BRS's significant other would come and take revenge on me or take a picture of me sleeping.

So this morning, after only a few hours of sleep, I drank a cup of coffee while Tony and I went through Hazel's findings—no BRS was to be found.

So then I showed Tony the picture of this Brown Recluse Spider, on my computer, and he said, "Nance, I'm sorry, but that is not a Brown Recluse Spider...." Here is the picture I took of it and sadly, I am still not convinced that Tony is right. And I can't help but wonder where it is hiding, for its next attack.

As I finish writing this, please note that I wrote this following another one of my late afternoon, sleepless naps with our dogs, because I am a horizontal author. And just so you'll know—Amy & Ty had a little boy. Not really it's a girl!

Y'all have a great evening and keep on laughing!

Wednesday, May 9, 2018


Today has been great. Early this afternoon Tony and I went to, Kerrville, to run a few errands.

Our first stop was at Gibson's, so we could buy Tony some new Wranglers. We bought two pair and right now they are, in our washing machine and being washed, in Carol's big barn.

But the most important stop we made, as far as I am concerned, was at Home Town Crafts, because I needed to buy more material and a few more pillow forms, to add to the Airstream's beds.

I already knew what colors I was looking for and I knew it would not take me long to shop, because I brought my color samples with me, but Tony did not believe me about the amount of time it would involve. So he dropped me off, at the craft store's front door, and then he drove across the parking lot, to Wild Birds Unlimited.

Well, I am proud to say that it only took me twenty minutes to pick the fabrics and for Tony to say hi to our good friends Kevin & Linda Pillow, the owners and Tricia the manager, before he purchased some super birdseed.

And when I left the craft store, carrying the two, sacks containing fabric and three pillow forms, I started walking, across the parking lot, to meet Tony, at Wild Birds Unlimited, and to say hi to our friends.

But that didn't happen, because as I was walking towards, Wild Birds Unlimited, I saw Tricia outside, helping Tony load piles of cardboard, into the back of Roy. Because Tony needed more cardboard for his new copy cat keyhole garden—like the ones Carol made.

And after a few more necessary stops, Roy brought us back home to Big Foot Ranch.

I was feeling nappy, but before I took another sleepless nap with all six of our dogs, I took this picture of the new fabric I had purchased, with my color swatch, placed in front of the fabrics.

But the most exciting news I have to tell is, thanks to my sleepless nap, is—I came up with the plot for my next Cowgirl Sisterhood novella and I am so excited about it! Because I have had writer's block on the novella I have been working on part-time, for the past few years.

Anyway, I am totally scrapping that novella and starting fresh with this one. And the only thing I can tell you is that it involves ghosts. 

So that is about it for tonight, because I plan to start writing the novella, outlining it, making up the quirky characters, which many of y'all already know or have read about them in my blog.

Y'all have a great evening and keep on laughing!