Tastefully tattooed on the inside of the thigh of the Goldilox behind me in line at Walmart. She saw me trying to read it and lifted her leg to make it easier. “Awsome?”
“I’ve seen worse.” I was a lot younger and mostly drunk, but a number worse ones still came to mind.
She frowned at meand I squinted my brain trying to figure out just what the hell “Texas Gals Kick Ass” could be intended to communicate to readers. Luckily the cashier interrupted. “You want the two-year return plan for $5 more?”
Me grabbing for straws welcoming any distraction, “Yeah. Sure.”
A person gets a statement tattooed anywhere there’s bound to be meaning hiding in it. Something intended to happen in the mind of the person who sees it. From now until she’s my age.
Hell, maybe she’s into Kung Fu, or plays soccor. Maybe she’s a wild-burro rider on the rodeo circuit. I was surprised by the ‘gals’ part… wasn’t my impression young women today would sit still for being called gals.
The ‘Texas’ part? I count it a relief.
I honestly don’t like to think about gals outside Texas going around kicking ass, or saying they do. Thinking they do.
Not bad in the thigh department, though.
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Hi readers. Thanks for coming by for a read this morning.
Old Ms. Niaid managed to off Brother Rattler without any consequences evidently, so she’s going to have to find something else to flesh out her life experience, I reckons. Her long hair’s growing back from the sheep shearing when the hot weather hit, and it’s filling up with beggar’s lice and grass burrs, which might serve to fend off whatever’s around here dangerous to aging bachelorette felines.
Ms. Tabby, on the other hand, has a nose and front-of-her-face of the usual Tabby-summertime variety. Can’t keep her nose out of cactus, or out of the business of something capable of adding color and romance to an otherwise nondescript Tabby face. I’m thinking when we get out of here she might turn out to be a regular-looking cat.
I decided yesterday I’m going to add mothballs to that storage building to get those rattlers out where they can enjoy life instead of bickering and snarling inside that dark storage building. Can’t tell when someone’s going to want something else out of there and the anxiety level trying to find it ain’t worth not stepping on a snake some night going from the RV to the cabin to check my email.
Today I’m going to nurse the Escape Route V 2.51 into Kerrville on three tires on back and have the two blown ones replace with respectable 10 ply exceptions to the rule. Provided the spare on the ground right-rear doesn’t decide to blow the plan. I’ll try to take back roads and get the roadwork done early before the pavement gets too hot.
Keith emailed me a while back he’s planning to be in New Mexico late August or September, and I’m going to tentatively plan on getting out to visit while he’s in the area. Hopefully by then everything will be settled out here and I’ll be able to think of out-there as home for a while.
Maybe get me a nice little piece of ocean-side ground on the east, or west coast of New Mexico, once all the damned ice goes away and raises sea-level to a reasonable altitude. 4000′ mean sea level might be about right. Maybe the cats and I will open a little bait shop on the west coast near where Arizona used to be. Or maybe rig a surfboard and hang ten mornings after we pray the sun up.
I figure the west coast will probably be less jam packed with Arizonians than the east coast will be with Texans because those Texans already all go to New Mexico deliberately to ski and gamble at Ruidoso and Angel Fire. Arizonians and Californians never go to New Mexico deliberately unless they’re just going through it to get somewhere else.
By the time they wake up and discover they’re living in a salt-water swimming hole I’ll have things nailed down on all the corners, wave to them as they swim to shore, or ride in on their bass boats. Sell them some bait, maybe.
Big plans for the future here.
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