It’s been a week of sorting, working, moving, chasing, yelling, hollering, running and kicking, all in the name of ranching.
I got roped in to one of these ‘ing’ things: driving.
Yes, driving the pickup and pulling a trailer behind, in case any of the smaller calves tired out. Every year since we’ve been married, I take the longest drive known to a gal, because while it’s only seven miles in theory, pushing the pedal at two miles an hour makes for a very long ride … and I forget each time and say yes.
Half the mommas and their babes are being relocated to another pasture for the summer, while the rest will stay in a pasture near the homestead.
Yes, let’s do this thing!
As the men rode four-wheeler in the chilly, rainy weather, I sat in a warm pickup listening to CCR and Johnny Paycheck’s “Take This Job and Shove It.”
For over an hour, it was just me and my thoughts, me and my thoughts. When I worked, or attended college, I had plenty of time on the road alone, me in my sweet little blue car.
Toward the end, the journey included a traveling companion, Tobi. She made a wonderful driving buddy, except for when it rained. She has major anger issues with those windshield wipers. Or maybe the windshield wipers bring up some repressed memories she’s been containing. Not sure.
It’s been a while since it was just me, alone in a transportation device, for longer than twenty minutes at a time. I rolled the window down, relaxed my head on my arm, and kept the steady pace at under five mph. Ready to be alone with my thoughts, slipping into serene relaxation…
Yep, that lasted about two minutes. Too much me.
Husband! Come talk with me, sil vous plais! (I think that’s “please” in French. It’s been a while).
Needless to say, even pleas in French don’t work with Country Man. So I am here to tell you, it was unromantic drive in every sense.
This usually means it’s time for us to get away for a bit. Country livin’ is good, but it can enslave you with the numerous amounts of responsibilities. After a while, it’s easy for a man to look at his calling as a consuming burden.
Our anniversary is coming up soon. Any suggestions for a good place to visit? Wyoming has been one of our favorite places to retreat, but we sure are open to some hidden gems you might be willing to share.
Happy Memorial weekend, all!