Walter Becker Rules!

I have gone two days since I blogged, and I apologize, but I have been really, really busy. I have spent the last two days reducing my overwhelming pile of paperwork, caused by our Kinky event, out here on October 25th, and I have spent the rest of my time, tracking my moccasins and tote bag, that I ordered from the Southwest Indian Foundation, this past Sunday!

I had more fun tracking my moccasins, and tote, than I had sitting behind a computer. The good news is my paperwork is nearly complete, and my tote bag and moccasins arrived today! I am relieved to be so close to finishing up my paperwork, too, which should be hopefully completed by tomorrow, before our good friends, Rick and Leisa, from Port Aransas arrive for a weekend of fun! Those two are great people and we always enjoy their company.

This morning I rose at 5:00. After feeding our dogs and cat, I opened up my laptop, and went to work. At 7:45, I called Harley to talk about our dogs, on their new 99.9 signal and we had a fun time laughing and talking. As soon as I had hung up the phone, Tony walked into the trailer. “I heard you on the Rose 99.9 and you were great and you made me laugh.” Then Kinky called me from the Austin airport.

After breakfast, Tony went outside to tend to the dogs, pigs and chickens, and I went back to work typing one letter after another while listening to my iPod.

Around twelve-thirty, Tony took off with his boat, to go fishing with Aaron, since I was still busy, sitting behind my laptop, getting my thank you letters written to all of the great people who attended our super event. After typing over sixty some odd letters, signing them, sealing the envelopes, and putting the love stamps on them—I took off to Medina, so I could mail them out—to all of the people who came out to help support our rescue ranch.

When Trigger and I took off, we didn’t get very far. When we reached our gate, it wouldn’t open up all of the way, so I had to park Trigg, get out of the truck, to see what was the matter with our electric gate opener. As usual, I had no idea why it would only open up about three feet and then quit, so I removed the bottom bar, drove Trigger through it, stopped and parked, and then got out of the pickup, and manually closed the gate and went to put our lock on it—but it was gone! I ended up tying our gate closed with a dog leash. Then we went to Medina.

When we returned to the rescue ranch, our gate was open, and the leash was gone! It kinda scared me. Since I had passed the UPS truck, on the way back to the ranch, I figured that he would be showing up pretty soon, so I messed with our gate, and somehow fixed it! Then Trigger and I drove into the rescue ranch to find everyone doing fine.

I was in Outer Space reading my new Pendleton Holiday catalog, when the UPS truck showed up at our front yard gate—it was my moccasins and tote bag! I was so excited, but not for long. When I opened up my box, I opened the moccasin box first and found these tiny moccasins! I thought they had made a mistake, and they had sent me a children’s size seven—we’re talking tiny—no way!

Tony then unexpectedly walked inside the trailer. “We didn’t get to go fishing. The lake was so low—we couldn’t put the boat in it.” Just as I was trying on a moccasin. “Nance, those look like children’s shoes?”

“I know,” I said, with disappointment in my voice. Then I slipped my foot into the mocc and it fit like a glove or should I say like a shoe! I was ecstatic! “Tone, they fit perfectly!” I was so happy! I then put on the other one and then laced them up. “I love them!” Then I opened up my tote bag, and was completely delighted—it was beautiful, too!

“Nance, I am starving. Aaron and I didn’t get anything to eat for lunch.”

“Me, too,” I said. “I was going to fix us something for dinner when you got back. I’ll fix some asparagus soup.”

Then the phone rang. “Nancy,” Cindy said. “I am in Kerrville and headed your way!”

“Great!” I said. “I am fixing to make asparagus soup and you’re welcome to join us for an early dinner.”

“Great! I’ll be there in twenty-five minutes! Did you get your moccasins?”

“Yes,” I said. “I thought they were children’s shoes at first, but they fit perfectly!”

Cindy laughed. “I know, they look smaller. I can’t wait to see them!”

After the three of us ate my early delicious green soup dinner, Cindy, Tony and I went into Outer Space and had a great visit—talking mainly about mukaluks! Then Tone took off. Twenty minutes later he came back into Outer Space, and started showing Cindy and me some really cool mukaluks that he had found on the internet.

He showed us a pair, made by Native Americans in Canada, that I fell in love with—they were pink! “T. if you will buy me these, I will blog about you buying them for me!” Cindy laughed! Tony laughed! “I wear a size seven!”

Tonight, Tony, the love of my life—told me later this evening—that he had bought my pink boots for me! Tony Rocks! I love him so much! I hope y’all have a great evening, too!

P.S. I bought the new Walter Becker’s CD off of iTunes— ‘Circus Money’ and I love it—it rocks and has just been released! ‘Deacon Blue’ is playing right now on my iPod by Steely Dan! My favorite songs are ‘Bob Is Not Your Uncle Anymore’ and ‘ Somebody’s Saturday Night!” Kinky knows him and I wish that Walter would come out here and do a concert for us!

Love Letters!

It is now ten minutes until five o’clock in the evening—time for me to write a blog. To set the mood, this is what I do everytime before sitting down at the kitchen table to blog.

First, I turn on my salt lamp, then I light two sticks of Nag Champa, my second favorite incense,—next to pinion pine, from New Mexico. Then I pour ‘love worded water’ into my drinking glass, which has the word ‘love’ written on it, and then I turn my iPod on.

It is now playing ‘Hey Nineteen’ by Steely Dan—a great song. Here we go!

Today has been a great day for me! After breakfast, I went over to the Lodge and had a nice visit with Kinky. Then I returned home. I had nearly lowered my paperwork pile—about two inches, when Tony and Aaron came inside the trailer. “Nance,” Tony said. “Can you help Aaron buy some concert tickets online? His computer is down.”

“Sure,” I said. “Where do I need to go?” Aaron told me where to go, and in no time at all, he and I had the tickets ordered. To print them out, Aaron followed me into my office, where the printer is located. As the printer began printing out the two pretty tickets, Aaron said, “Is that a picture of you, Nancy?”

“Yes it is, and so is that one—over there.”

“I can’t believe it!” Aaron said. “That really is you?”

I was laughing so hard, that I was shaking like jello. “Thanks Aaron—nice compliment for so early in the morning.”

“I’m sorry Nancy. I mean, I just can’t believe that you looked like that. You were hot! How old were you in this one?” Aaron asked, as he dug his grave a little deeper.

“Twenty-eight,” I answered, as I continued to shake with laughter. “I keep those pictures on the wall, to prove to people, that I, too, once was young and pretty. Everyone is beautiful when they are young—it’s a given. Wait until you are fifty-seven years old, and someone looks at your old pictures, and they cannot believe that you once looked like that. It is part of the joy of becoming a senior citizen.” I handed Aaron his tickets and we left my office.

“Tony your old lady was really hot way back then. Dang!” Aaron said. “I can’t believe it, man!” (Aaron is thirty-two years old and from California!)

I couldn’t believe Aaron! Tony shot me a wink and smiled, shook his head, and then started laughing, too. Then they went outside, I guess, so Aaron could decide where he wanted to dig his grave.

Around noon, Tony came inside with our mail. After sorting through it, I found a card addressed to me from my new found friends, that I met at our event—Jimmie and Nelda, from Arkansas! Their note was so sweet and full of compliments and love—it filled me with love! They wrote that they could not believe that I had blogged about them, and said, ‘I almost fell off the couch when I saw that!’

What sweet people, to take the time to write me a note! I know that Jimmie and Nelda read my blog, so this is for them— ‘I love you two! Y’all Rock! And, thank you so much for the kind words!’

After I shared Nelda and Jimmie’s note with Tony, the dogs started barking outside, so Tony went outside to see what was the matter. Twenty minutes later, he came back inside to tell me that a man wanted to adopt Bobbie Nelson!

As I filled out the adoption form, Tony told me that the man was really nice, lives about six miles from us, has three dogs, and his old dog had died three months ago, and he was ready to adopt another one! Then we went outside to talk to a man about a dog!

The three of us visited for about twenty minutes. Then Don L. filled out our adoption form. Tony found Bobbie a new collar, put her tags on it, and then put her new collar on her. I know Bobbie knew exactly what was going on, because she could not quit wagging her tail, as Tony put her leash on her, and left the pen with her attached to the other end!

Tony handed her leash over to Don, and she couldn’t wait to load up in his van and get out of here! Two minutes later, they drove away. And, Don told us that he might come back and adopt Willie Nelson, after he talked to his wife about it! We’re keeping our fingers crossed!

The countdown has begun. It is now time for me to go into Outer Space with Tony! I am going to talk to Tony about possibly sending Nelda and Jimmie a copy of our mailing list, and asking them if they would consider writing everyone—one of their loving notes! Everyone should be as lucky as me, to receive—a love letter from them! I can't wait to show it to Kinky!