Yesterday morning after doing my chores, I walked six miles. I wanted to walk eight, but I did not have the time, because I wanted to go over to Kinky's to drink a cup of coffee and visit with him and Bob and Don.
After howdys and hugs I poured myself some coffee and then we got to visiting. After we talked about politics, which I don't care to talk about because it depresses me, Bob cheered me up with his great news about Mama, the sweet, three-legged Pit Bull that he adopted from us, several years ago, that John Kemmerly hand-delivered to him in Louisiana. Then it was my turn to change the topic of conversation.
"I am trying to do my part to help the United States by only buying products Made In America and it is nearly impossible," I said, as I adjusted my soap box. "Do you know these Levi's that I'm wearing were made in Haiti?...." After a lengthy discussion about it with Bob and Don, Kinky walked into the big room to join us and then he handed me an expensive looking sweatshirt.
"Where was this made?" Kinky asked, as he fumbled in his pocket for his reading glasses as I read the label.
"Made In China," I said. "Kinky, I'm serious. I don't think anything is made completely in the U.S.A." Then to prove me wrong he walked back into his office and came out with a U.S. military cap and handed it to me and I looked inside the cap for a label, but it had been cut out, so he went back into his office and returned with another embroidered military cap that someone had given to him. I looked inside and said, "Sorry, Kink. It says, "Made In China" too." Twenty minutes later, after we had exhausted the subject—I returned home and cooked an early lunch for Tone and me.
Two minutes past noon, T., James Dean and I left the rescue ranch in Buttermilk, because we were supposed to meet up with Copper and her friend Lee, who wanted to adopt James Dean, at twelve-thirty in The Inn of the Hills parking lot. And, the reason that we were meeting them there was because Lee and Copper were going to have an eleven-thirty lunch at the Alpine Restaurant—to celebrate Copper's birthday.
When we pulled into the parking lot and parked Buttermilk next to Copper's car we were seven minutes late, but it didn't seem to matter to them, because Lee was so happy and excited about adopting James Dean. Five minutes later, Copper drove away with James Dean in Lee's arms, to take him to his new fabulous, forever home with her! Thank you, Copper and Marcie for helping us with J.D.'s adoption!