I was siting in the house watching the wind gust. The guys on the radio were going on and on about how rough it was and how we should all stay inside. 100 miles an hour they said. So we proceeded to go outside to take a look. How can you miss wind like that? It's like 40 below; you've got to go look and see what that feels like. Out we go down to the gate and out on the road and then a little further down the road.
Then the trees started bending...
Meanwhile back at the ranch.
So there we were sittin
Both of us betting
That the other one would finally blink
I know this fella who does major road work for a living. He can take the bucket of a back hoe and use it to tap the ground like you would with your hand. If he were in the middle of that 100mph wind and a tree fell across the road? I'm pretty sure he could handle the situation.
So there we sat contemplating
And one day it passed to the next.
There's this woman around the block who has horses and a definite opinion on how things should be run politics wise. As I watched her with the horses and then talked to her about things political, I got the feeling that she could handle the most fierce politician.
"You know I'm getting cold."
"And I'm getting hungry."
"I think there's a beer in the cooler."
There's a guy on the river who's had more jobs than you might could imagine. He works on boats. I watched him as the guy working on my boat gave him instruction on stepping the mast. I asked afterwards if he'd ever done that before. "Nope." he said.
I am a writer.
I have that on good authority from an actual publisher. The kind that produce really good books. They said it but I already knew it.
I am a disinherited, sometimes broke, wanna be writer and poet.
For almost three years, I spent mornings happily writing in my blog (avg views/month 8,000). Life was good. Then the blog landlords "pulled the plug" and "vamoose" no more blog.
Now I write. I live my life with dogs in the middle of a forest (kind of) and I Blog