Wind. Wind. And more wind. Ugh! I have a friend who lives in Florida and I would love to visit her. Today I could step outside and catch a direct flight all the way, as hard as this wind is blowing! Just came back in from the barn and I was sand blasted in the process. Ick.
Busy week ahead. A few years ago we bought a beautiful Oak table and a set of 8 chairs. Alas, the chairs are beginning to loosen from the back so I contacted the couple who sold it to us. I'm sure it doesn't have anything to do with the cowboys who are notorious for rocking back on two legs while they spin their wild tales! So they live outside of Ft. Worth and are making a trip out here to fix the chairs. In a world where customer service is becoming a thing of the past, this is a rarity. I am impressed. They are pulling in tonight and staying through tomorrow. Steve is a talented musician so we will be enjoying an evening of jamming guitars and good music. The kids are heading to Youth, but I imagine DS will be geared up to join Steve when they return.
I think we actually get to stay home tomorrow, but shhh....don't tell anyone or something will surely come up, but Steve and Katie will be here all day working.
Wednesday is our day in town. College classes and guitar for DS, piano for DD, and errands for me - yippee! Not!
The kids have shooting sports on Thursday along with some horseback work, a 4-H meeting on Friday, ACT test for DS on Saturday, a possible horse show for DD, our 22nd anniversary along with a registered Skeet Shoot, and then shooting skeet again on Sunday.
Last week we went to a bull sale in Estancia. We lived there 17 years ago and I hadn't been back since. It was really good to see everyone and we brought 6 new bulls home. Made me feel really old to visit with a friend's son who was 5 at the time and is now 22! He was a cute chunk as a baby and has grown into a really good looking kid with a neat personality.
Somehow, when I think about it, it doesn't feel like I'm growing old. Yeah, go ahead and laugh. I know - I'm just fooling myself because there are those days when reality comes crashing into me headfirst and I cannot deny the fact that I need my reading glasses to dial the numbers on the phone, or I need a hand in order to get back up from sitting on the floor, or the gray hairs are multiplying faster than rabbits; but please, just humor me and leave me to my fairytale. I choose to believe that I look the same as I did 17 years ago, just as I was told time and time again. I adore all of those 'old', young friends...liars though they may be!
Didn't someone once say that with age, comes wisdom?....and I'm a long way from being wise so I must not be old! That's my story and I'm stickin' to it! Grin!