Growing up, my Moma loved westerns, they were always on. She said it was because of the scenery in them. I think she had soft spot for leading men, and for memories of serial westerns from the movies she used to go to years before. I had a soft spot for John Wayne, but only for certain titles, and quotes. Otherwise, I hated the violence and refused to watch them. I still feel that way. Recently I told a sweet friend, (Dear Angela) about the two soft spots in my head and heart I call, "The Marauders".
These two are just like like the ones in old western movies when they run. You know the scene, you're up on a buckboard or stage coach, and the horses are running like crazy, and all you can see is dust flying, lead lines whipping, manes and tails flying like the wind, and ears sticking straight up. The movie folks holding on are getting dragged, bumped, and pulled hard all the way down the road. Well, that is me when they walk me at my son's house.
They start barking and jumping, as soon as they hear the car coming down the road, through the house walls, you can hear them, it's Loud! There is no doubt, they are ready to run. The neighbors must love it when I come to visit. I'm the only one who goes with them down to the swamp, below the old cemetery, and through the bear and rabbit runs of the wilderness. I had them out day before yesterday early and today too. I thought I would show you a glimpse of them, after their run, when I'm trying to coerce them back inside. You can see who walks who, and who does the herding around here.
I hope you're having a wonderful January.
I hope you're faring well in spite of the storms.
God bless you, please be kind to other people.
Everyone is dealing with something difficult, and life is too short for drama. If I can save some pain and heartache, I would like to. If I can lose anything this year, I'd like to lose drama, other peoples and mine.