Peech Fuzz!

Yesterday was great or at least most of it was. Monday mid-morning, Tony and I took off for the Home Depot, in Kerrville, to buy some more 1"4"s Imported From Sweden and a few more cans of Rust-oleum's Black Gloss spray paint.

When we got back home Tony and I stained the boards outside and then Tone went to watch the high school baseball game, in Medina. So I cranked up my Bose and went outside to try to finish spray-painting our gate entrance's side fencing—glossy black. And while I was using up one can after another, three to be exact, our dear friend Steve Pietzsch, the incredibly famous, talented artist, pulled into our driveway to say howdy.

Tony and I love Steve aka Peech so much, for so many different reasons. First being he is a super nice man, a great friend, fun to hang out with and for him finding this fabulous, rare picture of Texas Ranger Big Foot Wallace. That he personally framed and gave to Tony, because he knew that Tony is related to this famous Texas Ranger.

Anyway, while Steve and I were visiting, I kept spray-painting the fence and when Steve told me something funny, I stopped spraying the paint and started laughing. And while I was laughing at what he had said I wiped my face with the back of my hand, trying to get a few stray, gray hairs out of my face.

And when I did that Peech frowned and made a face, like ooh, while shaking his head sideways. Then he remarked, "You shouldn't do that while you're painting..." I laughed and blew it off and went back to spray painting.

Steve stayed for about twenty more minutes, because he and I got to talking about the benefits of harvesting rainwater, because that is what he has done, at his home. And before we adios-ed each other Steve had convinced me that we should definitely consider harvesting rainwater.

I used up two more cans of black gloss spray-paint when I finally quit and came inside and I would have done more painting, but I had run out of paint, again.

It was nearly 6:00, so I decided to drink one of Tony's cheap beers and when I passed by a mirror I was shocked and nearly fainted at what I saw. "Omg!" I said to Roy, Belle, Beau, Henry, Little Debbie and Big Al(ice) and they just stared at me. Then Belle looked at me, again and she barked at me, because she saw my black mustache that was made up of about twenty, scattered, tiny, short, facial hairs.

"It's me, Belle," I said, as I skipped off, to the bathroom, grabbed a wet washcloth and began scrubbing my upper lip trying to remove the black glossy hairs. Seriously, I was mortified and embarrassed that Steve had seen me like this. And it must have happened when I had tried to brush away my strands if hair and wiped my face with wet paint. And that's why Steve made that face and suggested for me not to do that again.

Okay, in self-defense I admit that I have a part-time mustache that I pluck away at daily and so do most women my age. And also the late, great Nora Ephron even wrote about hers, in the book The Most of Nora Ephron. The chapter on Maintenance and I even blogged about it, on October 30, 2016 and I titled that blog For The Ladies Only!

Tony got back home around 6:30. Medina lost and I had lost my black, shiny mustache ("peech" fuzz), thank goodness. So I didn't say a word about our losses.

Today has been great. This afternoon, while it was still drizzling, we went back, to Home Depot, to buy more cans of black spray paint and gutters and all of the necessary materials needed for us to start harvesting rainwater.

Before we came back home, we stopped by TNJ Engraving to pick up our ranch signs. You see I had two made, because one will go on our fence and the other one we are not sure yet where we want to hang it. Anyway, these people are the very best at what they do and I would highly recommend them to any friend or stranger, because they are so good. And to say the least about our ranch sign—we love it! And I mean we absolutely LOVE it.

Right after we got back home I fixed us lunch and then Tony and I went outside to hang up our ranch sign, on the fence. And when I say "we" hung it up—Tony did all of the work, but I stood back and helped direct him where to hang it. So ladies and gentleman here is our sign with the name of our ranch on it!

The name of our ranch took me a long time to finally decide on what it should be and Tony is happy with it too, because he is so proud of his famous relative, Big Foot Wallace, and of course, as you must know by now—I am totally into Big Foot/Yetis, aliens, etc. So it is perfect for us. Thank you, TNJ Engraving!

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

I Need To Talk To You!

I hope that all of y'all had a great weekend! Yesterday, after walking another eight fast miles, with Leslie, I spent most of my day off— working inside my writing cabin. I finished refinishing the floor, and then I feng shuied it, and it looks so beautiful! I love my writing cabin—it's a feel good place for me!

This morning, after walking another eight fast miles—Kinky called. He invited me to come over, but I couldn't because I had business to take care of. Then Tony comes inside the trailer, to tell me that Buttermilk is sick, again! "She won't start up. It's not the battery, it comes on when I turn the key. She tries to start, but the engine won't kick in. It's like she is not getting any gas. We just filled her up a few days ago. I don't know what's the matter with her." That was news—that I didn't want to hear.

"She's just old, like you and me," I said, trying to be positive. Then I went back to doing my paperwork. At eleven-forty-six, the phone rang, and I let Carlton take the call—I was busy. "Nancy, this is Sandy. Y'all need to come see us. And, tell Tony that we are glad that he didn't get hit by that crazy motorcyclist. Bye."

At one fifteen, Trigger, Tony and I left the rescue ranch—headed to Wolfmuellers Books. When we walked inside the bookstore, Sandy greeted us! Their store was filled with customers. We had a fun visit, and just as we were leaving, Sandy picked up a brochure and handed it to me. "Have y'all been to the Southwest Gourd Fine Art Show, across the street, at the Kerr Arts and Cultural Center?"

"No," I said. "A gourd show?"

"Yes, it is unbelievable!" Sandy replied. "Y'all have got to go see it! Go check it out now." Tony and I did as we were told. We left Wolfmueller's Books, crossed the street and entered the building hosting the gourd show.

Oh my gosh—I was blown away with the beautiful gourds and so was Tony! I couldn't believe they were gourds! We're talkin' beautiful pots and whimsical art! By the time Tone and I had admired every piece—I was in love with gourds, and wanted to try my hand, at making one! Then we left. "Tony, I wonder if I can use a watermelon or one of our future pumpkins?" I said, as we crossed the street. Tone just looked at me and smiled.

"Hi Sandy and Jon!" I said, as we walked inside. "We loved that gourd show, and thank you for telling us about it! Those gourds were awesome! I want to make one. Do y'all have any books on gourd making?"

"Follow me," Sandy said. I did as I was told. We went into their office, and Sandy handed me a copy of, 'The Gourd Book." Here, we just got these in. Take it." I took it, after Sandy had shown me some very interesting pictures of gourds.

Then we went back to the front of the store, where Jon and Tony were visiting at the checkout counter. And, that's when I saw some J. Frank Dobie books on sale! I couldn't resist! I love J. Frank! I grabbed all three of his books, plus another book that Sandy recommended for us to read, about Big Foot Wallace, who T. is related to! After a fun, but short visit, because they were busy with customers, we left their store and came back home.

Kinky had called twice, when I checked the answering machine, so I called him. "Nance, can you come over? I need to talk to you!"

Three minutes later, after going over the river and through the woods—I was at the Lodge. Kinky greeted me at the gate, along with the Friedmans. I was so glad to see Chumley back at the ranch. Kinky had picked him up early this morning, and his tail was wagging wildly! He was glad to be home!

Kinky and I had a fun visit. We talked about the upcoming event with Jerry Jeff and Ramblin Jack, some ranch business, self publishing, and a few other current topics. Two and a half hours later, Trigger returned me to the rescue ranch.

Y'all have a great evening!