A Spaghetti Western

Spaghetti, because it's what I am eating as I write and tangled in nature.  So where to begin, at the front of the noodle, or the back?..

I have had my boots for longer than I have had my children, and my oldest is graduating HS this year, and I wear them lots, the boots, of course.  Do the math for me will you please? These are my beloved boots on their deathbed...and I still can't let go of them.  They have walked and flown thousands and thousands of miles with me, they are umbilically tied, they bore children!

But a girl needs boots.  Good, strong boots.  Especially here.  There's work to be done.  Lots of work.  I have herds to keep track of, livestock to care for,

and here is where I must digress for a moment.  This segment should be titled "How To Keep Deer Out Of Your Yard"  and so it is.  If you look very carefully..you will see

a big red blob just to the left of the cherry tree stump.  It's a big fat strawberry that I was lobbing over into the neighbor's yard that didn't quite make it.  But that's how you keep the deer out of your place....feed them in your neighbors yard.  That's alot of work you know, especially not getting caught, and I DID get caught this time.  They're not nice people, (those neighbors) at any level, and one of them saw me lobbing something over the fence and came dieseling up in his huge stinky truck because I am sure he thought I was putting landmines or chemical warfare or something over there.  This entire herd of deer was entranced with my old strawberries for a moment that will never be recaptured because of small men in deisel trucks.  Oh well.  Oh dear, and excuse me. I have work to do.

And I really don't mind the deer in my yard, it's not big enough to hold and see all of them like this.  They come and go, and I plant enough roses for us all.

This is my laundry.  It's separate from the house and there is lots of special care that needs to occur so pipes don't freeze and I do sometimes stumble over the snow in my old boots to do laundry.  I fall on my ass on occasions, and no, I don't have pictures of that to share....

So I  must herd all those deer around and keep them fed, do laundry, and take care of my bunnies, and grow the garden as well.  And make spaghetti.  Three times a day.  So, when I caught a strange dog this morning, terrorizing my bunnies, chewing on and hurling itself at their condo's.......I was nonetheless very pissed.  Enraged.  I took off my boots and threw them at the evil "bunny would-be murderer-had-I not-woken-up-and-started-boot-hurling".  I will dream about this tonight.

MY DOG, was apparently on a holiday which he shall be docked for, everyone works around here, thump, thump.....and he was sufficiently humble when he arrived belatedly interested and sniffing about....BUT then!  A man in  brown clothes in a big brown truck drove up and guess what he brought????

THE LONE STRANGER

Tall, laser cut with lizard skin behind her, perfectly seasoned...and totally in charge. Essence of leather, nerves of a porcupine. My kind of heroine.

The big bunny in charge of the garden blessed the newcomer....he was pleased in his Cadbury way. Very forgiving sort of fellow and truly appreciates art.

 

THE LOAFER below

is now back on guard and doing his best to keep trespassers at bay.

and me? as for me...

I will walk and work a million miles before these boots wear out, but just in case....there is another pair coming, different colors of course....ummmm.....and maybe another after that. and another yet....... and the old ones I should keep around specifically for flinging.      

They just make sense in my spaghetti life.