I am drinking beer while writing an article for March’s
issue of the Nevada Rancher.
I have a side of rawhide soaking in the bathtub, which means
that when Adrian goes for her nightly soak in the tub, I’m probably going to
get my ears boxed.
My poor little Roo dog has a bad back and is currently
sitting in my lap feeling poorly, and I can’t fix it.
I found my favorite braiding fid that I thought was lost
forever in the move and I have some callouses finally starting to form where
the rawhide strings rub up against my fingers.
The ground is parched and thirsty and every horse, cow and
tree I pass looks miserable and ready to dry up. We need rain.
Life is never black and white, wonderful or terrible. It
tends to be a shade of grey…and that’s all right.
Happy Hump Day, peeps!
xo xo Liz
