I apologize for not writing much, the last few days, and my excuse is my plate was a little bit too full! We’re talking platter, here! But, slowly and surely, I am catching up with the mounds of never ending paperwork!
Yesterday was a great day for all of us! Besides being Kinky’s birthday—we had four super dog adoptions! Tony and I spent the entire afternoon outside, showing dogs and adopting them out to forever homes! In fact, Tony and I didn’t get a chance to eat lunch until 4:45, after we closed the gate—after our fourth adoption! Baby and Toby were adopted out together, Emily, who had been Princess’s roommate, up until last weekend, when Princess was adopted—found her forever home in Kerrville! And Ms. Biscuit is now living happily in Austin, Texas!
I was on cloud nine, when I phoned Kinky to tell him our good news—and he was thrilled about the adoptions! He invited Tone and me to dinner in Kerrville, but I declined, because Tony and I were pooped, and also because we have night vision problems, but I mainly declined his invitation, because I wanted to take a nap, so I could get up at 2:00 in the morning—to reset all of my wonderful clocks for the time change!
I think that I have already told y’all, that I am a clock collector. I love clocks! I have no expensive clocks, but I have many in every room in my trailer, and a ton of wristwatches, which I never wear. It drives Tony crazy!
At 1:45, my adorable Dog clock’s alarm went off, and I jumped out of bed, and nearly stepped on Mama’s head, before turning off the alarm, so not to wake T.! But I was too late, I had startled Mama, our rescued, great, giant Great Pyrenees, and she went to barking, which immediately activated everyone in the bedroom, to start barking! Lucky, our cat, screamed and then he went under our bed, and Tony woke up, and only barked once at me, and then he fell back to sleep—thank goodness!
By two o’clock, not a creature was stirring—in the trailer, but me. Time was of the essence, so I grabbed my Atomic Time clock, from my office, and carried it with me—from room to room, clock to clock! Nine minutes later—Mission Time Machine was accomplished! As time marched on, I returned my trusted Atomic World clock to my office, and then went back to bed.
Today was pretty uneventful. This morning, Tony and I went over to visit Kinky and we had a nice visit. Then I spent several more hours doing more paperwork.
To celebrate my paper productivity, I decided to go online to—South West Indian Foundation at:www.southwestindian.com and I purchased a pair of fringed, leather, high-topped hippie moccasins, like everyone was wearing at Woodstock, except me, because Mom and Dad wouldn't let me go! I also bought the prettiest tote bag, too, that has three beautiful cats painted on it, by Native Americans! I plan on carrying my tote bag and wearing the mocs to Kinky’s and my calendar book signings in Austin and San Antonio at Barnes & Noble, on the fifteenth and sixteenth! They are coming FedEx Ground, and I hope to receive them by Thursday! And, I promise to take pictures of them and put them on my blog. I can’t wait for them to arrive! They are too cool!
Well, I hope that y’all have a wonderful evening—I am fixing to go call my dear friend, Cindy Pickard, to tell her about my latest purchases and to catch up with each other’s news! She will love it, because she makes fabulous documentaries on Native Americans, and she already has many pairs of moccasins!
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Sunday, November 2, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Flag This!
Well it’s official now—I am O.L.D.—and Luby’s Cafeteria in Kerrville—proved it today! Tony and I had to go to Kerrville this afternoon, so I could run a few errands. When the errands were done, we decided to eat at Luby’s—so I could eat their Three Vegetable Combo, and Tony could eat some fish and vegetables.
I did a quick head count, as I walked to my table. “Tony, there are twenty-six people eating in here right now, and everyone of them has gray hair or no hair at all! Look!” I whispered, but Tony didn’t hear a thing I said, because he is hard of hearing, too—so I repeated myself, as I unloaded my tray.
When we started to eat our lunch, music started playing, and I nearly choked when I heard it! “Tony, listen! That song is ‘Wooly Bully!’ I can’t believe this! It proves that I am really old!” Tony slowly nodded yes, which was not the response I had wanted. “Thanks Tony. I’m glad to know that you think I am really old, too, but I will guarantee you, that I am the youngest person in here, with the exception of you.”
Before Tony could open his mouth— ‘Hey there, Georgie Girl,’ started playing! “Nance,” Tony said. “I was just teasing. You’re not that old. You look good for your age...”
“Thanks Tony, now I am depressed, and that song still sucks after all of these years.” Tony and I ate in silence, as we listened to George Benson singing, ‘They say the neon lights are bright on Broadway. They say there is always magic in the air. But when you’re walking down that street and you ain’t had enough to eat...’
I had had enough to eat, so I put my fork down, on my half eaten plate of vegetables, and then I looked around the room for another head count. The count was now down to fifteen senior citizens, plus Tony and me. And, all of the old people were tapping their canes, or moving their heads to the beat of ‘On Broadway!’ By the time George was done, so was Tony—they played the long version.
As Tony paid for our meals—the late, great Jerry Garcia, and the Grateful Dead started singing, ‘Truckin’ and I wanted to stay so I could listen to it, but Tony opened the door for me, and we left. “Are you still depressed?” Tony asked. “I really was just kidding you.”
“No, I am fine now. Tony I think that there are two kinds of old people—the Geritol bunch and the Woodstock survivors. Do you realize that some of those people in there, were probably once hippies, Dead Heads or even Woodstock survivors? That is too cool!”
“Tony laughed. “ Not me. I wasn’t a hippie. Hank Williams was my hero. And,they looked like the Geritol bunch today.”
When we arrived home, I had seven messages on the machine—two were from Kinky, one from Little Jewford and the rest were from people wanting information. I called Kinky first, then Little Jewford.
Little Jewford wanted to talk to me about this Saturday’s, sold out event, out here, and he wanted to know if Bandera County was still under a burn ban. “Jewford, I have no idea, but I can find out pretty fast. I’ll call you right back! Tony, do you know if we are under a burn ban or not?”
“I have no idea,” Tony said. “Call the Medina Ace Hardware in town—they will know.” Then he went back outside to help Aaron with some chores.
I grabbed the little telephone book, which is less than an inch thick, and has the listings for all of the surrounding twenty-two towns. I looked up the number and called the store. “Hi Patty, this is Nancy, over at the rescue ranch, and I am calling, to see if we are under a burn ban or not. Tony said that y’all would know.”
“Hi Nancy. I don’t know—but I can go outside and check to see if the flags are flying by the Big Apple. Hold on.”
“Thank you,” I said, as I heard the opening of a door, and the sound of cars driving by.
“Nancy, no flags are flying today, so I guess we aren’t.”
“Thank you, Patty. Good bye.” I said. Then I called Little Jewford back, to tell him that no flags were flying by the Big Apple. He was relieved to hear about the flags.
FYI: Medina, Texas is famous for their apple crops, and was officially named, ‘The Apple Capital of Texas!’ And, just about, in the middle of town, on Highway 16, stands an enormous apple statue! Next time I go to Medina, I will take a picture of it and share it with y’all. It’s really cool!
P.S. If you ever go to Medina, please check out Andy and Patty’s Ace Hardware. The store is the best one that I have been in and the owners are friendly.
P.S.II. This is what I will be wearing the next time I go into Luby’s Cafeteria! I will fit right in! But the real question is—will Tony go in with me, or will he just drop me off? Actually, it really doesn’t matter—I can hitch hike, like I used to do way back when! Fingers crossed, I am hoping that Tony will go into Luby’s with me! Wish me luck!
P.S.III. Don’t worry, I will be wearing my pink overalls—I forgot to add them to the picture.
I did a quick head count, as I walked to my table. “Tony, there are twenty-six people eating in here right now, and everyone of them has gray hair or no hair at all! Look!” I whispered, but Tony didn’t hear a thing I said, because he is hard of hearing, too—so I repeated myself, as I unloaded my tray.
When we started to eat our lunch, music started playing, and I nearly choked when I heard it! “Tony, listen! That song is ‘Wooly Bully!’ I can’t believe this! It proves that I am really old!” Tony slowly nodded yes, which was not the response I had wanted. “Thanks Tony. I’m glad to know that you think I am really old, too, but I will guarantee you, that I am the youngest person in here, with the exception of you.”
Before Tony could open his mouth— ‘Hey there, Georgie Girl,’ started playing! “Nance,” Tony said. “I was just teasing. You’re not that old. You look good for your age...”
“Thanks Tony, now I am depressed, and that song still sucks after all of these years.” Tony and I ate in silence, as we listened to George Benson singing, ‘They say the neon lights are bright on Broadway. They say there is always magic in the air. But when you’re walking down that street and you ain’t had enough to eat...’
I had had enough to eat, so I put my fork down, on my half eaten plate of vegetables, and then I looked around the room for another head count. The count was now down to fifteen senior citizens, plus Tony and me. And, all of the old people were tapping their canes, or moving their heads to the beat of ‘On Broadway!’ By the time George was done, so was Tony—they played the long version.
As Tony paid for our meals—the late, great Jerry Garcia, and the Grateful Dead started singing, ‘Truckin’ and I wanted to stay so I could listen to it, but Tony opened the door for me, and we left. “Are you still depressed?” Tony asked. “I really was just kidding you.”
“No, I am fine now. Tony I think that there are two kinds of old people—the Geritol bunch and the Woodstock survivors. Do you realize that some of those people in there, were probably once hippies, Dead Heads or even Woodstock survivors? That is too cool!”
“Tony laughed. “ Not me. I wasn’t a hippie. Hank Williams was my hero. And,they looked like the Geritol bunch today.”
When we arrived home, I had seven messages on the machine—two were from Kinky, one from Little Jewford and the rest were from people wanting information. I called Kinky first, then Little Jewford.
Little Jewford wanted to talk to me about this Saturday’s, sold out event, out here, and he wanted to know if Bandera County was still under a burn ban. “Jewford, I have no idea, but I can find out pretty fast. I’ll call you right back! Tony, do you know if we are under a burn ban or not?”
“I have no idea,” Tony said. “Call the Medina Ace Hardware in town—they will know.” Then he went back outside to help Aaron with some chores.
I grabbed the little telephone book, which is less than an inch thick, and has the listings for all of the surrounding twenty-two towns. I looked up the number and called the store. “Hi Patty, this is Nancy, over at the rescue ranch, and I am calling, to see if we are under a burn ban or not. Tony said that y’all would know.”
“Hi Nancy. I don’t know—but I can go outside and check to see if the flags are flying by the Big Apple. Hold on.”
“Thank you,” I said, as I heard the opening of a door, and the sound of cars driving by.
“Nancy, no flags are flying today, so I guess we aren’t.”
“Thank you, Patty. Good bye.” I said. Then I called Little Jewford back, to tell him that no flags were flying by the Big Apple. He was relieved to hear about the flags.
FYI: Medina, Texas is famous for their apple crops, and was officially named, ‘The Apple Capital of Texas!’ And, just about, in the middle of town, on Highway 16, stands an enormous apple statue! Next time I go to Medina, I will take a picture of it and share it with y’all. It’s really cool!
P.S. If you ever go to Medina, please check out Andy and Patty’s Ace Hardware. The store is the best one that I have been in and the owners are friendly.
P.S.II. This is what I will be wearing the next time I go into Luby’s Cafeteria! I will fit right in! But the real question is—will Tony go in with me, or will he just drop me off? Actually, it really doesn’t matter—I can hitch hike, like I used to do way back when! Fingers crossed, I am hoping that Tony will go into Luby’s with me! Wish me luck!
P.S.III. Don’t worry, I will be wearing my pink overalls—I forgot to add them to the picture.
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