Morning walk

  

    Thinking of Spring.....my tulip garden and St Francis.  1998

   Milo and I started our day as usual this morning.  We had another “Sunrise Alert”.  That is a phrase we use when there is a beautiful sunrise.  The sky was ablaze with red, orange and yellow.  We performed our morning task and raised the flag.  As usual, Milo sat at attention.  I almost wish he would learn to play the bugle.

Just then a brand new white Ford extended cab, Ranger approached us and came to a stop.  I did not recognize who was inside until the power window rolled down.  Behind the wheel sat Randy.  I don’t usually talk about people’s characteristics because it’s not polite and my parents raised me better than that.  (Also, you never know who’s going to read your journal.)  But in Randy’s case, you have to know a little about him to appreciate his new pick-up truck.

            Randy has lived in Sunshine for a number of years.  He stays mostly to himself.  He’s a bachelor in his mid 30’s.  Up until today he has been driving an old red Chevy truck.  He wears a brown felt “well loved” cowboy hat, Wrangler jeans and a pocket t-shirt (various colors).  I did see him on a Saturday evening last summer wearing a “snappy” cowboy shirt.  He must have had a date.  His cowboy boots are well worn.  It’s hard to tell what kind of animal gave up its life for those fine boots. I think he purchased them during Cheyenne Frontier Days.

            I believe he fancies himself as a cowboy.  I know he sure loves Country and Western music (not that there is anything wrong with that, I do too).  I hear it every time he drives by.  I used to think he was from Nebraska because of his red truck.  Other times I was sure he was from Texas.  He will often wear his pants inside his boots.  I even remember him saying “all-ya-all” at last year’s community fest.  I know he’s not from Wyoming.  Unlike myself, he does not get that “far away look” when we talk about sheep.

            Personally, I’ve never seen him take a drink, but rumor has it, he can hold his own with the best of ‘em.  I’m not sure what he does for a living.  He leaves every morning while Milo and I are walking.  He returns when we are lowering the flag in the evening.  As he passes, he gives us a two finger wave.

            I thought it strange that he would stop this morning.  He rolled down the window and called me over to his brand new truck.  I looked in the window and noticed the gun rack in the rear window.  He wanted to show me his “toys’.  There, mounted where the back seat should have been, was a microwave, refrigerator and coffee pot.  Mounted to the ceiling was a color TV / DVD combination.  Randy must be a cowboy from Wyoming.  They are awfully proud of their pickup trucks in Wyoming.

            Milo and I wished him a safe journey and continued our walk.  We saw half a dozen robins today.  5" to 8" of snow is predicted for tomorrow.

 

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