There's Thunder In These Texas Hills!

Today has been great. I am going have to put today into capsule form, because there's thunder in these hills!

First off, last night I watched The Magnificent Seven movie, that Kris & Jim gave to us and I loved watching it.

This morning, our good friends Kris & Jim came out to deliver some cool leashes they bought to tame down our rowdy-walking dogs. Jim also brought his baritone ukelele with him, so Brandon could show him how to tune it.

After I called Stan at his music store, Melody Corner, to ask him what the tuning was for a baritone  uke, Brandon immediately tuned it for him, using Jim's Snark tuner. Then Brandon picked and grinned a little for our friends.

While we were having fun, Old Blue was tossing around inside Airy Queen on a no temperature setting. When Airy beeped to let me know that the drying cycle had ended, I pulled Old Blue out of the dryer and asked everyone if it felt dry to them, as they touched it. "No, Kris said. "Try drying it at a low heat cycle."

"Okay," I said, followed by a laugh, as I threw O.B. into the dryer again. "Kris, I am blaming you if it shrinks to the size of a potholder." Then I started the dryer. While Tony took Jim out to his garden, Brandon played my guitar and his banjo for her and trust me, she was more than impressed with Brandon's talent.

After a super fun visit with The Mineral Man and Kris they adios-ed us and went home. When I came back inside The Cabin, I pulled Old Blue out of the dryer and it was dry. When I put it on our bed I had my fingers crossed that it had not shrunk and was pleased to find that it hadn't shrunk an inch.

Tonight in Outer Space, Brandon and I picked and grinned with Tony playing my banjo and Tone is really getting good on it. And that is about it because lightning just struck close enough for us to unplug everything.

Y'all have a great evening!

The Editor At Bandera County Courier Totally Rocks!

Today has been great. This afternoon, after we had picked up my guitar from the Melody Corner Music Center, I began reading the Bandera County Courier, Thursday, October 4, 2012 newspaper, as Tony drove us home. And I was more than thrilled when I read Judith Pannebaker's hilarious article, "How Jed Clampett Became Jethro Tull." It was a funny story about one of our latest rescued dogs and because of Judith's weekly columns featuring one of our dogs, I know that it will help Jethro get adopted sooner than later. And now I want to thank Judith, the editor at the Bandera County Courier, for all of her help, because she has helped us get many of our dogs into great forever homes.

When we got back home, while Tony was reading her funny article, I called Kinky to ask him if I could come over, because I wanted him to read Judith Pannebaker's story.

As we sat in rocking chairs, on Kinky's front porch, he kept chuckling as he read Jethro's tale and like Tony and me, he thought it was a great read too, and that it was very nice of Judith, to take the time to write weekly stories about our Pet Of The Week, in the Bandera County Courier.

After Kinky had enjoyed reading Judith's story, we went to his office, so he could get me a copy of his book, 'Scuse Me While I Whip This Out, to replace my signed copy, that he had given to Douglas Brinkley, while they were over here visiting us. When Kinky handed me a new book, I thanked him and then I asked him to please sign it for me.

And I laughed out loud, when I read what he had written in my book, "For Nancy—from one misunderstood genius to another. Kinky Friedman 10-4-12."

An hour later, when I came back home, Tony had already left for Medina, to go watch our nephew Zachary and his football team play in a junior high football game. After I had read Tony's note, reminding me to please put up the chickens before dark, I walked into our bedroom and then I immediately walked back out, to go grab my camera. Here is the picture that I took of Belle and Roy sleeping soundly and I've titled it—"Sleeping On The Job" or "Sweet Dreams." (Roy is sleeping, at the foot of the bed and he was snoring very loudly and they slept for thirty more minutes, before coming into the kitchen to greet me.) 

And that's about it for tonight, because I've got to go put our chickens, I mean The Golden Girls, into their Egg Palace.

Y'all have a great evening!

It's Right Here!

Today has been great. This morning, after Tony and his brother Sam did the morning chores outside, I went outside to tell them that this man, from Kerrville, was coming out to possibly adopt a dog. While we waited for Don to arrive, we walked around the rescue ranch searching for Tony's favorite pocketknife that he had lost three days ago, when he had laid it on Kermit's tailgate and forgot about it and then drove off.

When we gave up looking for it, we jumped into Kermit and went to Bob Dylan's pen, so they could repair a fence. After they had fixed the fence, Sam and I were standing next to Kermit and Tony was standing behind Kermit, when I said, "I wonder where your pocketknife is?"

"It's right here between my boots!" Tony said, as he bent down to pick it up. "I can't believe this!"

"You're kidding?" I asked, as he started laughing. Then he stood up and showed it to us and then he began cleaning off the dirt and the grass.

"When you asked where it was, I just looked down and there it was. How weird is that?"

"I love it," I said. "Do you realize that if you hadn't stopped Kermit exactly where you did, we might not have seen it. It could have been under Kermit or..."

We really enjoyed meeting Don, and showing him all of our dogs and before he left he told us, "I'll come adopt one of your dogs on Saturday, because I need to go home and get things ready for him, before I bring him home." And we can't wait to see which one he decides to adopt.

This afternoon, Tony and I went to the Melody Corner Music Center, in Kerrville, on Junction Highway, to see if Stan could install a built-in pickup jack, on my guitar, so it will make it faster and easier for me to just plug it, when I want to use my Genz-Benz amp.

When we walked inside Stan's music store, it was full of musicians, trying out his different amps, playing guitars and getting Stan's advice about their musical instruments and we had to wait for about five minutes, before it was my turn to talk to Stan and it didn't bother me at all, because I love being around people who can make music.

When Stan opened up my guitar case to look at my guitar, he smiled and said, "Oh yeah, now I remember this guitar, Cousin Nancy. It's awesome and your brother made it for you..." Five minutes later, we walked out of Stan's place empty handed, with smiles on our faces, because the soonest Stan can work on my guitar is Thursday and his low, "special Cousin Nancy discounted price" that he quoted me, to install the pickup, was music to my ears. Thank you, Stan! And that is about it for today.

Y'all have a great evening!