Around Three-Thirty!

Today has been so much fun thanks to the Force (sunshine) being with me, but not because of the Full Moon outside. Tonight's blog is going to be shorter than usual because it is nearly nine o'clock and I need to go to bed. So, Mari, let me apologize upfront about this being a continuing story.

This morning Charlie Cooper, our good friend and neighbor, came home with Tony this morning, because he wanted to help T. with his morning chores, so he could learn how to do them in case of an emergency. Even though I didn't have any coffee made we had a really fun visit with him, as we ate our breakfast.

After breakfast Tone and Charlie went outside to feed our dogs and clean pens, so I went over to the Lodge to visit with Kinky and hear about his and Chumley's mad dash, in the wee hours of the morning, to Hoegemeyers Animal Clinic, to get Chumley looked at, because he was shivering all over.
"Chumley and I left the ranch around one-thirty. Sophie wanted to go, but I made her stay home to keep Brownie company," Kinky said, as we sat outside drinking coffee in the sunshine. "Autumn, the new veterinarian at Hoegemeyers was already there waiting for us when we pulled up, and she immediately went to work on Chum. He was stopped up and Autumn told me that it would be a miracle if she didn't have to operate on him in the morning, because his ex-rays looked really bad...The good news is, Autumn called me just a few minutes ago to tell me that the medicine worked overnight on Chumley and he is going to be fine! But she wants him to stay at the clinic for a few days for observation."

"That is fantastic news, Kinky. What time did you get back to the ranch?"

"Around three-thirty."

"Well, I tell you what. If we go to Kerrville today, we'll run by Hoegemeyer's and visit him. Can he have visitors?" Kinky started laughing.

"Yes, that would be great, Nance," Kinky said. "When I told Autumn that you might want to stop by and visit Chum-bum, since I'll be out-of-town for the next couple of days, she got real excited and said, "I love Cousin Nancy and I can't wait to meet her. I listen to her on Harley..." "You're getting famous, Nance," Kinky teased, as we chuckled about it.

"Well, guess who's butt and bottom of their foot are sore today?" Kinky started laughing and then lit his cigar, before Sophie jumped up into his lap.

"That was a great "Chevy Chase fall" you did yesterday, Nance. It was classic and you..."

When I came back home I returned several phone calls and then I decided it was time, "To do something for Nancy"—like trying to learn the new Apple software, that I bought last week, so I can turn my latest book, Meanwhile Back At The Rescue Ranch: The Dog Days Of Cousin Nancy into an e-book and start generating more money for T.'s and my early retirement in ten years—when I turn sixty-nine.

Because I am old and not the brightest candle on the chandelier or a computer nerd, which I wish I was—the hours flew by fast, as I slowly tried to figure it all out. I admit that I am a slow learner, and I blame it on being Left Eyed and Right Handed because—my wiring is messed up and also because we're under a Full Moon, again.


Right before I thought my eyes were fixin' to fall out, the phone rang—it was Kinky. "Nance, do you and Tone want to meet me for a late lunch in Kerrville?..."

An hour later the three of us gave the young, blonde waitress our orders—which were exactly alike. Then we talked about hair. "When we leave here Tony is going to get his hair cut at Snippers...." And by the time we finished eating lunch—Kink decided to follow us over to Snippers and give them a try and get his hair cut there, too.

While the men's curls fell on the floor at Snippers—I shopped at the craft store, a few doors down, for fabric for my Space Ship. Twenty minutes later, after Tony's and Kinky's ears were lowered, we stood outside the beauty parlor and decided to go over to Hoegemeyer's and pay Chumley a visit.

Okay, it is now ten minutes past ten and I must go to bed now.

Have a great evening and May The Force Be With Y'all!

To Be Continued...(Sorry, Mari)... : )