So it's Sunday. Sunday used to be known as the Sabbath. The day of rest. No work. Just rest. Peace, calm, quiet.
Daddy works all the time. He has to- ranching is not a 9-5, 5 day a week job. It's 24/7. That's just the way it is- and you don't do it for the money, you do it because you love it. I, growing up on a ranch, have learned to live this way. Mom thinks that Labor Day was intended for everybody to work especially hard.
One of these days I am going to write a poem, or essay, or maybe even a book, and call it "Poor, Tortured Soul - Story Of My Life". I am just worked to the bone, I tell you! Worked. To. The bone.
Unload the dish drainer, do the dishes, sweep the floors, pick up the living room, do the laundry, take out the trash, put the cooler in the shed, make up the beds in the bunk-house, pick up sticks in the yard, water the plants, clean the litter-box, vacuum the front room.
IT'S ENDLESS I TELL YOU, ENDLESS!!
So this morning I did all those chores above, fed Mouselet and his sibs, got attacked by Zoey the Invinsible, invented microwave popcorn, eluded the purple-people-eater, and saved a unicorn's life.
Then after lunch I was pretty much lazy. Watched some TV... One of our day-hands for this week, Larin, came at 2:00. The rest are *supposed* to be here by 5:00. So yeah...
Oh! I looked up what baby mice are called! Believe it or not, they can be called pinkies, kittens, or pups. And males are called bucks and females does. Who'd of thunk?! I still think they should be called mouselets.
Another good thing about Fall Works is the fooooood! Delicious yummy food! Main dishes like enchiladas, ribs, brisket, barbeque sandwiches, lasagna, chicken fried steak. Breakfast dishes like biscuits and gravy, pancakes, breakfast pizza, always with side dishes like bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs, blueberry muffines and toast, and every day something sweet with breakfast like honey-bun-cake or monkey bread, and always fresh fruit like cantaloupe. Desserts like Missippi Mud Cake, Ice-Cream-Sandwich Dessert, Auntie's Chocolate Cake, and an array of pies-- cherry, pecan, and buttermilk.
Ohhhhh yeahhhhhh..... That is what I'm talking about!
I remember a few years back, Travis (one of the single guys, we call them the 3 Amigos), for the first time ever, tried buttermilk pie at out house.
You'd have thought the fellow had died and gone to heaven.
He claimed it was "the best thing since sliced bread!". It was a pretty big hit with him, so it's always a must-have on the menu whenever he is scheduled to visit.
Thanks for listening to my endless ramblings. Whoever did. =P If you do tune in every now and then, be sure and drop me a comment. I get bored (in case you haven't noticed), and a few comments every now and then do some good.
I'm off to mechanic on my time-travel machine.
There's more to this ridiculous personage than you may think.
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