Well it
seems like life has been very busy lately. Strange how a person can
complain that nothing big is going on and then all of a sudden it is
non stop action. I left for Arizona to attend a
conference. I was out there for five days. Needless to say
it was hot. Phoenix was a hot place that is for sure. Did
not have day below 100 degrees.
People say
it is a dry heat. So I took a glass of water and put it in the
microwave and heated it for two minutes. Then I threw it on my
foot. 
It was hot.
Then I took my finger and put it over a
match flame. It was hot. After extensive testing in the
above manner I am going to tell anyone dry heat, wet heat , both are
hot. My air conditioner was broken for two nights. That did not
help much. The girl at the desk ran over to Target and bought me
a fan so I would not melt away. I sure was grateful for her
kindness.
Out there
life is different. People do not have grass in their yards.
Instead they just gravel their space and it appears that chickens must
be a luxury to the common man. I am not even going to mention
cattle because looking at that land I have no idea how much land it
would take to raise a rabbit let alone a cow. Grass is a
rarity. When shade comes from a cactus there is a problem.
I was
quiet when talking to people. Did not want to brag and let them
know that I had chickens and cows at home. Just did not
think I should make them feel bad. Most of them probably never
even have been able to mow a lawn. Kind of feel sorry for people
like that. Wonder what they do for fun?
Had a
rental car. Went down to Mexico one afternoon. It is
evident that a lot of people go there to buy their pharmaceuticals
medicines. On the way home I saw a Gold Wing motorcycle pull off
the road. I pulled off the road also. It was sunset and I
thought the driver might need some assistance. The temperature
had cooled off from a balmy 104 to a chilly 90 degrees. The
driver had pulled off the road to put on a jacket. So I was of
no help to him.
Did get to
meet a lot of interesting people while I was there. I met this
young lady who was a horticulture expert. Boy did I have a lot
of questions for her. I guess she got her job at the motel
because the green house she use to work at told her about the motel
and how they needed a horticulture expert. Thinking back on it,
that should have been a clue.
Any ways the Hotel has this lawn
that was very nice. I asked what kind of grass it was. She
told me that it was Tiff grass. Then asked where to get some
seed for it. Being a horticulture expert she told me that only
way to get Tiff grass was sod. Asked where the sod comes
from? Later on I looked it up and found out that this Tiff grass
seed can not be bought. Good thing I did not ask where eggs and
milk come from.
Thin and
Ugly, the steer is having a tough time. On Sunday we found him
out in the pasture down on the ground unable to stand. Some how
we loaded him onto our little tilt trailer and pulled him with the
lawn mower to the house. 
Sherry has informed me that she does
not think now is the right time to ask for a real tractor. So I
remain quiet. The Vet came out and looked at Thin and
Ugly. He felt there was no helping this animal and how it
remained alive was beyond him. His professional medical advice,
which he charged for, was we should shoot the animal.
Guess his brother is a Family Practice Doctor. Do not think I
will go and see him. Heard HMO’s like this family
though.
Phillip and
I have rigged up a sling using a plastic barrel and a come along and
hoisted the steer up into a tree. The steer showed no interest
in using his legs nor did he seem to have the ability to use his
legs. I spent an hour or so doing range of motion exercises with
the steer but nothing seemed to help. Even the neighbors came
over to help. I guess they were all wondering why we wanted to
put that cow in a swing. I think sometimes the neighbors watch
us as it cheaper entertainment than cable TV.
We went to
the 
State Fair in Oklahoma City.
Did not see any of our
vegetables there. Did not see any of our animals there
either. There is an open class for showing bulls. Sherry
and I are 
in disagreement right now.
The only requirement
is the bull must have a nose ring, be halter broke and
manageable. “10” is all that. I would like to take him
to the fair. I think we should show him.
Sherry
thinks I just want the bull to meet young heifers. She
thinks it would be something like a teenage boy / old man being
invited to spend the weekend at the Playboy Mansion. Sometimes I
do not know where she gets some of those ideas. I do not know if
we should tell “10” that there is a bigger world out there.
There are three state fairs in Oklahoma so it could be a lot of fun
for him. There is a lot that he is missing. A lot of
people could also see “10”.
Life is good.
Morning
Glory Gazette
