It was a Monday


Beau sent me to The Creek Place to cake cows this morning.

Halfway there I had a flat tire.

I walked up the hill to get cell service to let Beau know I would be running late.  (And also… I needed a tire-changing pep talk.)  Beau didn’t answer because he was on the phone with his general manager.  Finally Asher picked up when I called the ranch phone, and he promised to pass the message along.

I had the tire about halfway changed (thank you, thank you very much) when Bill showed up and saved my day.

I went to Creeks’ and got the cows gathered up to feed them and…

… the caker on the back of the pickup wouldn’t work.

I managed to find two bars of phone service and called Beau.  He advised me to disconnect and reconnect the hydraulic hoses.

I did that about 20 times.  Nothing worked.  I finally drove home without feeding.

The cows were thoroughly confused about why I gathered them up in the first place.

I just want to say, for the record, that neither the flat tire nor the hydraulic hose issue were my fault.

I stayed home this afternoon with the two littles kids.

Beau took the two big kids to Ridge Camp.  They met up with Colin McWilliams and his boys and spent a few hours tracking a mountain lion we’ve seen glimpses of on a game cam.

They never saw mountain lion tracks but it was still an exciting outing.

Back at home, I got Muggins down for a nap, curled up on the couch with Marsi to read The Berenstain Bears… and I fell asleep… for about two hours.

I rarely nap, but it.  Was.  Delicious.

I have been feeling mentally exhausted lately (more on why tomorrow), and it was great to close my eyes and check out this afternoon.

When I woke up, Muggins was still napping (a miracle!  thank you, Jesus!) and Marsi was eating potato chips.

It was a Monday.

© Tami Blake

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