My thanks to those that bookmarked (or did whatever they did do) the date of my B-Day. I’ve enjoyed the greetings and eCards.
She’s rather heavy now – well over two hundred fifty pounds. I imagine at one time she was a slender girl and had expectation. What she’s ended with, according to her is . . .
Like most tales of family not all the pieces fit in a verbal conversation, there not being time nor attention span to sort everything out, you understand. Not for intentional prevarication and certainly not for finding all those little threads that make whole clothe.
I asked her where she was from and she said California. Ventura Ca, she said. Oh, said I, how’d you end up in Kansas.
My granddad, she related, is from Kansas. He worked in the mines down here in SE. And hurriedly added, not in the shafts, though he told me he’d worked one shift down there and refused ever again to go back down. But he did work above ground for a number of years, until the mine closed and decided to go to CA.
So, grand dad packed up daddy and they moved to CA, where daddy was killed in the traffic accident. After daddy died, we moved from Ventura to the Mohave Desert and lived out there until grand daddy decided that he wanted to return to Kansas to die. He didn’t want to die in CA.
So we came back to Kansas and bought a little place out near Eureka Ks., and that’s when I met the love of my life and here I am.
Thus spoke Renters Wife (Renters Sons wife).
We went out today and penned up the steer calf. We went over him well. From the hair falling out and the swelling of the joints, he was bitten by rattle snake three times (as far as we can tell.
The calf is clear eyed and otherwise a happy calf.
It’s just that he’s acting like an old man with arthritis.
We gave him another shot of antibody – yep. He jumped the feed trough from a standing start again. Those pistols are a good thing. No chase trauma, no setting up pens and squeeze shuts, no of that stuff.
Con the beast with some corn, get it to stand still for a minute and POW. Twenty CC’s of the goodie stuff. Easy peasy.
I have been wondering if the stuff we gave him cures hay fever.
From the reaches,