I’m not ready for this, I pretty much have five or six months of stuck in the house to look forward to. Not that I’m not stuck in the house most of the time already. I’ll survive as long as the wood rack is loaded.
Puppy Kit isn’t sure what to think of the white stuff in the yard, she’s been playing the “Let the dog in let the dog out” game all morning. At three o’clock this morning she brought all of her toys inside from the yard. Dogs seem to know when something is up, even a snow storm.
At least I have a job today even if it’s sitting close enough to the door letting Kit in and out.
This morning as I was unpacking from my trip to Moab I felt my trusty day pack was due a clean out. I bought the bag in 2001 for a trip to Russia. In 18 years it has been on many a trip as the vessel to carry water, rain gear, rope, snacks, cameras and so much more. It was my constant companion on cattle drives, Four Wheeling, and every road trip in the past 18 years. As I unzipped one of the compartments the zipper fell off it’s track, then another one fell off. It’s time to retire this old friend. I only hope to find a replacement that will serve me for as long and as well as ole Jansport has.
In a perfect world I would be horseback gathering cattle to bring home from summer pasture. In a not so perfect world I would be on my four wheeler gathering, pushing cattle into the valley’s from the high spots for the riders to pickup. In the real world I’m couch bound, I cannot get myself to the four wheeler, even if I could everyone is long gone and I can’t get on and off to open the three or four gates.
Back in the day my brother and I would bring the cattle home, all four hundred of them, ourselves, I’d spend a week out with my horse, dog and the whole ranch to myself pushing what pairs I found out on the far reaches of the ranch to the top pasture. That way it’s pretty easy to bring them all home. Cows know when it’s time and the older lead cows pretty much bring the cattle home. Just open the gate.
It’s 2:00 and just as I sit down to watch football I can see the cattle pouring out of the trees, moving quickly down to water and the hay fields.
The cows are home, it’s officially fall. Now the hunting season begins.
I best start getting ready for the trip to Moab. Catch ya later.
There’s no way I’m going outside into my very limited world today. Just look at my ramp. I doubt my chair brakes would stop the slide down, zero traction tires will make returning impossible. I am picturing myself freezing to death 10 feet from the door because I did something really dumb. Not today. I’ll just stick to the couch.
I like to punish myself and checked on my six month old disability claims’ progress. Nothing happening of course. I get so frustrated, depressed, mad, pick your word, when I see the people who are gaming the system around the area. Just heard of another one. You would think a person with advancing MS in a wheelchair would be a no brainier. Rant over, I need to stoke the fire. Amazing what I manage from Winny the wheel chair.
Okay I’ll get back to the couch and leave everyone alone. Don’t forget to be someone’s hero and I’ll catch ya later.
Really it’s October 9th. My niece was born on this day 31 years ago, on a beautiful, warm, fall day I might add.
I’m sure my ramp is icy, I don’t think I wanna venture out today. Venturing out consists of wheel chairing down the ramp, spending a little time on the sidewalk and concrete garage pad then back to the couch. I can’t maneuver the gravel roads in my wheelchair. Maybe I’ll do another blog this afternoon. Until later, stay warm.