The Secret Society

It’s 6:15, I’m listening to my iPod right now and Neil Young is singing Harvest Moon, one of my favorite songs.

First thing this morning, Kathy called from Hoegemeyers to tell us that the little 9 day old kitten that we had rescued three weeks ago has been adopted! My day got off to a good start with that news.

Around 9:45, John came to the trailer and I ended up spilling the beans about Kinky’s and my big secret! I couldn’t help it—I had to tell someone else besides Tony. John promised not to tell and told me that he was excited for us. After discussing the dogs, he and Tony went outside to give meds, feed the dogs and clean their pens. I was glad I had told John, but disappointed in myself for not being able to keep a secret. I vowed to myself not to tell one more person, but I broke that vow several hours later.

After the guys left I did some paperwork, returned a few phone calls and then proceeded to go outside to finally take pictures of our thirteen new dogs that we rescued from the Kerrville pound and get them posted on our website. That took about forty minutes. Then I came back to the trailer and sat down at my computer and resized, tagged, and wrote a brief history on each of the dogs. Then I e-mailed them to our incredibly great and talented web master, Pat Symchych, to post.

Pat has been taking care of utopiarescue.com for more than six years—for free! Everything that she does on our site is perfect and today I was feeling guilty for sending her such a load to take care of, but she shot back an e-mail in response saying, “Not a problem, I’ll take care of it quick!”
And, she did. Oh yes, one last thing about Pat, she has also adopted two of our large Lab mixes: Bill Clinton and Tien!

Around 1:00, Jon Wolfmueller called. “Nancy, I love your blogsite! Sandy and I have just finished reading the entire thing even the comments. We want to know who wrote: Nance, I love you—Ron C.” he asked.

“Jon, that’s my brother, Ronnie,” I answered. “I guess he was trying to help me jump start my site.”

Jon repeated my response back to Sandy who must have been close to the phone. They both broke out laughing and so did I. “Okay Nancy, we are dying to know your and Kinky’s secret, in fact—Sandy made me call you to find out.”

“Nope, Jon I am sworn to secrecy—I can’t,” I declared. Then there was a pause. “Okay, all right, I’ll tell you.” And, I did.

Then Jon repeated everything back to Sandy and he told me, “That is fantastic news. We swear not to tell anyone.”

“Please don’t tell a soul,” I said. “Shoot, now y’all know, Tony knows and this morning I told John. Can I keep a secret or what?”

“No, Nance, you can’t,” Jon said, “but you’ve created a secret society! And we’re it! Bye.”

Well, tomorrow is John Kemmerly’s 44th birthday and today Tony and I bought him a birthday card to give to him in the morning. Just a while ago, for a moment, I thought about fixing him a birthday cake, but decided not to. Not because I didn’t want to, but I have put an embargo on any flour or powder productrs coming into our trailer until the flour blobs are all gone. Knowing John, I am sure he will understand why I didn’t bake him a cake.

I said something about it to Tony just a minute ago and he suggested that tomorrow morning we invite John in for breakfast and then surprise him with a biscuit with a lighted candle in it! Sounds good to me.