Perfect day for a cattle drive, all cow people were ready to go at 6 a.m., not bad considering 14 riders, 5 or 6 motorized alternative horses and the trail boss in the truck riding; uh, driving point.

This was the third year these cattle have been trailed to this summer pasture it gets easier every year, and the biggest bonus was no bulls allowed. They are being trailered up.

I of course can’t ride, or should I say get on a horse, therefore my participation involves Darth my four wheeler and I.

I’m thinking this was probably my 59th annual, I was 6 the first time I got to ride on my first horse Flicka. Hope to have a few more. Now let’s all go be someone’s hero. Until next time

I’ve been no where since March 5th and that was for a doctor appointment also in Missoula. Not much has changed, I did have to go through the screening “routine” and the biggest obstacle course possible to get labs done and ultimately to my appointment. Mask? Hell no I didn’t have a mask; they supplied me with one. If wearing one of those doesn’t make you sick nothing will. Suffocating.

I thought I had combed my hair. Maybe that was yesterday.

A big road resurfacing project is in full swing on the highway about a third mile west. I have a wonderful vintage point here on the deck. I’m amazed at the number of big motor coaches pulling full size SUV‘s behind them on the road. Apparently the folks driving them have no patience to wait for the pilot car. I’ve watched 3 of them trying to do a u-turn on the two lane. Getting into a bind, getting out and unhooking the SUV in tow, while totally blocking the road. Tourons. You’re right rhymes with moron. Hey didn’t see any masks either.

Okay Friday has turned into Saturday. It rained close to a quarter inch this morning, we can always use that. The pine and fir trees smell great. This evening we’re going to the third birthday dinner for my just turned 80 house mate. Even birthday cake gets old, oh wait it’s cupcakes tonight, my stomach churns at the thought. Only to be topped off with the three, maybe four great grands and no less than eight dogs. Perhaps I should start drinking now. I’ll try to capture a photo of the mayhem so everyone can share my pain.

I’m going to bed a week of company and birthday parties have done me in. It’s pretty weird having a nail the same color as my tooth paste. It’s not to late to be someone’s hero. Until next time; The Cowpatty is over and out.

Impressive, not only do I know the date it’s Saturday. I know this only because I tried to call the courthouse. The janitor answered because a contractor was there sanding the floors.

Couch most of the day. It was pretty warm, 80 warm, I went outside a few times and sat on the deck or played with Kit.

Did not publish yesterday therefore I will tack on today’s update. Can’t believe May 2020 is in the books. I just did busy work today, other than a load of laundry I guess I didn’t do much. Took a shower this morning and read on my latest book. Oh yeah I wasted a couple hours playing Wordscapes, on the couch of course. Sunny day but the wind was brutal, like 20 to 35 mph. I better quit telling people the wind doesn’t blow here. I didn’t take an Alinker stroll either. I’m blaming that on the wind that never blows here. Okay it’s Corona o’clock I’ll attempt to cut a lime and hopefully not a finger. Wish me luck, be someone’s hero and until next time. Whip and Ride

Wasting away on the couch, again or still. I did manage to water the plants this morning. They all need repotting and I could probably do it, though it would be a struggle. Not a struggle I’m willing to tackle yet.

All my plants are gifts or rescues. Amazing they have survived. At one time or another I failed at growing all of them. I’m thinking the secret is free plants have more desire to live. Perhaps they just thrive on abuse.

It’s time to find something to do off couch, laundry is something I can do. Ho hum. So go be someone’s hero I’ll touch base soon.

YeeHaw

Maw nature was not happy last night, she was in one of those moods that all one can do is rant and rave and clean house. We’ve all been there and know what I’m talking; blogging about. Non stop thunderstorms were the rantings with an inch of cleansing rain. The cool soggy morning was divine.

Yesterday’s report would have been of me using my walker, not the wheelchair, to get to the garage, folding the walker and getting it into the trunk of the Buick all without falling. I loaded myself and the dog and drove to my sister’s house where I spent the afternoon. It was major for me, not to mention wonderful to get away from the couch for most of the day.

Starting the week out on a not so high note. Couldn’t get the fire started and the coffee; well it sucks, for lack of a better word. Quarter inch of rain last night, the perfect way to segway into summer. Just keep it up Ma Nature.

I was feeling pretty good yesterday, SO went to the ranch to lend a hand for branding and I thought mowing the lawn was something I could/should do. I didn’t kill myself getting on the mower, I about killed the mower instead. The smell of a burning belt definitely signals something ain’t right. I immediately quit the lawn mowing; there is no way I can raise the mower deck. I did drive the mower to the barn to retrieve my 4 wheeler and got myself to the ranch to say howdy to the branding crew. After a brief visit I went back home putting the 4 wheeler away, I got back onto the mower, put it away and then back into my wheelchair.

Okay now it’s 4:17, having accomplished nothing today is…well just another day in my life. Actually I spent a ridiculous amount of time on hold with Medicare and the Social Security Administration. Today I was determined and stuck it out until someone actually answered. I’m going to write a book someday about my 5 plus years of frustration dealing with bureaucrats.

Enough, I’m gonna find a Corona add a slice of lime and channel surf to find something non political to watch until dinner. I hope you were someone’s hero today. Until later

I know more of the people mentioned in the 1962 Philipsburg Mail newspaper than I do in the 2020 paper of late. I was 5 years old in ‘62.

Price Ten Cents, now it’s a buck fifty. Back then they published hospital notes which listed the names of patients admitted and those released. Then there are the grocery prices. In ’62 Philipsburg had two grocery stores, Town Grocery “Lum’s” and Huffman Grocery

And our clothing store, the Clothes Mart, try to buy a pair of Red Wings for $19.95 today. It has been a fun afternoon, not to mention a journey down memory lane, reading every word of these old papers. I think I will do more.

Who knew I would be learning to walk, again, at 62. That’s exactly what I was doing yesterday. I just couldn’t spend another minute on the couch. The weather was decent, little wind and my Alinker begging for me to get her off the porch and on the road.

I’ve been practicing on the sidewalk a little, getting on and off is challenging, I’m alone so when I do get on setting the seat to the right height is a little frustrating.

I made it down to the barn where wood splitting was in progress, yes still burning wood after all it’s only April and I live in Montana. Kit jumped up on me to say hi, good to see you outside with out tipping me over.

I made it although the gravel on the road after I passed the wood pile was difficult to navigate. It felt really good to get out, learning a little about the bike and my limitations, or learning a lot. No where to go but up.

Time to be someone’s hero everyone. Call a friend.

Maids, same damn thing and a hell of a lot easier to say. Who comes up with this “feel good crap”, someone in HR with absolutely nothing to do trying to justify their existence.

I’m going to come up with a professional sounding name for mucking out stalls during calving season. Then maybe a raise in pay. Oh wait 0 % of 0 = 0, what was I thinking.

Okay that’s my rant of the day I’m going to try to be someone’s hero and you should do the same. Until I read the newspaper tomorrow, have a great day.