This Weird Idea!

Today has  been great and so was last night's Mel Tillis Concert, at The Cailloux Theatre, that Carol treated us to. Mel, his band and his son, Mel Tillis, Jr. were fabulous.  When Mel went off stage and came out to the crowd, to give away a few CDs to the audience, he saw Carol sitting next to the aisle, he gave her Snowflake, his Christmas CD and Carol and us were thrilled. And during intermission, we  also got to visit with our dear friends, Kris & Jim. Mel's dynamic performance lasted for two and a half hours and it was a concert that we will never forget. In fact, Tony and I are still talking about what a wonderful show it was.

Early this morning, I was doing some paperwork, before Tony got back from The Old Timer. And yes, once again, the dogs started barking outside, causing Mama to race from our bed, in our bedroom, past me, sitting at the kitchen table, to the front door. Then she opened the front door and went outside, barking, so she could see what was going on.

I immediately grabbed my coat and went outside, behind Roy, Belle and Beau, who also started barking, too. And guess what, as if you didn't know by now—Tom Landry and Grace Kelly had escaped once again, from their pen and they were running around the rescue ranch, just to show off.

I jumped into Trigger and we took off, to go catch them. It took ten minutes before Grace finally jumped inside Trigger and it took me ten more minutes to finally convince Landry to get into the truck with Grace.

While sitting inside Trigger, listening to country music, with Ms. Kelly and Mr. Landry by my side, I decided to temporarily put The Hole Under The Fence Gang, in our small, tall, portable pen, while I tried to go fill up their latest hole. And that turned out to be a bad decision, because as I climbed out of Trigger, with leashes on the dogs, they both jumped out and Landry pulled and yanked my arm so hard, I accidentally dropped Grace's leash, so she took off running, dragging her long, brown leash behind her.

I immediately locked Tom, in the small pen and then I jumped back into Trigger. Then we took off, to go catch Grace. Oh my goodness, Grace was having so much fun running around the rescue ranch, it took me twenty minutes to finally catch her, when she ran down the alley, with a gate at the end, between Buster Brown and Springsteen. 

I walked Grace back to her and Landry's pen and loosely tied her to a cedar tree, so I could fill up their latest hole. And she didn't seem to mind being tied, because she was so exhausted from running. Twenty minutes later, my work was finally done, after laying down three, heavy pavers, on top of the big rocks that filled up the holes. Then Trigger took me back to The Cabin and seven minutes later, Tony was home and ready for me to cook him breakfast. And while I cooked breakfast, we laughed about them always escaping when Tony is gone, and Quik-rete costs.

Around 1:30, Tony and I jumped inside Buttermilk and took off to go see our good friend and famous artist, Steve Pietzch, because yesterday Steve had come over and had asked Tony to come over today and shoot him—with his camera, for an upcoming magazine article about Steve's amazing art.

After Tony had shot Steve about ten times, in Steve's super cool, art studio, that's located, on top of a mountain, with an incredibly, beautiful view—the fun photo shoot ended, because Steve had already selected one of Tony's first pictures, to be used for the article. 

Then we went outside to the deck and had a really fun visit. While we were visiting, I told Tony and Steve about this weird idea that I had for a book or a short story, that had just come to me, while we were driving over to Steve's place. They both liked my idea and encouraged me to write it. So, I am going to spend the rest of my evening writing, while letting our DVR record The Grammys for me.

Y'all have a great evening!