Each weekday morning, everyone on the ranch meets at 8:00 AM
at the work barn to shoot-the-shit and talk about the chores needed for the
day. This morning, Dan went alone as I lounged in my jammies and watched the
fire in the woodburner as the living room temperature creeped upwards.
“Where’s Sondra ?!?” the startled man-manager asked Dan and
Dan said “she said she had the next two days off,” and wife-manager said “yeh,
I told her we didn’t have anything to do since the guest cabin is occupied,”
and Dan said “I know, I nearly was late because I usually get dressed when she
showers, and she didn’t, and I almost ran out of time.”
Now the feng shui (a system of spirit influences for good
and evil believed by the Chinese to attend the natural features of landscape)
and mountain mojo (essentially the same thing) of our lives has been
interrupted. All because of some quality jammie-time. Wolves will slip on the
ice, trucks won’t start in the cold, elk will be off their game wandering
through fields, and the ranch horses will laugh at the wandering elk ALL
BECAUSE of a spontaneous decision to watch the flames dance on the burning
logs. Because of a change in the rhythm. A change in the daily-doings of humble
me.
Oh! Sweet world! What have I done to thee?
(Right about now Extended Family members are muttering to
themselves: “GRAMMAR ERRORS- run-on sentences, and incomplete sentences, and ‘she
wrote: sh**?!!?’”, “I don’t get it,” “i think she’s bored,” “she is sounding a
little unstable,” and other concerning comments.
Accept it, folks. This is how
I roll now.)
(It’s a ramble, after all. There’ll be more to come. I’m
releasing my pent-up scintillating psyche.)
I’ll pay penance for my erudite miss-step and appease the
Internet gods by writing Product Descriptions for Overstock.com (using TOTALLY
proper grammar AND a Style Guide), and I’ll bless the many wild animals, and I’ll
offer a set of jumper cables for any cold, cranky truck, and I'll tell the horses to behave themselves, AND I'll laugh at the wolves and tell them to go away.
And I’ll go to the morning meeting tomorrow.
Our feng shui
will be reinstated.
REAL issues and concerns while the world obsesses about a silly fiscal cliff and the horror of two generals wrapped up in potential, yet-legal feminine foibles.
