Old Times
“I am glad I shall never be young without wild country to be young in. Of what avail are forty freedoms without a blank spot on the map.” Aldo Leopold
The wild country has nearly disappeared in this area, the really wild, I mean. When I was young, wildness was in the Badlands, now it is a park and has wonderful animals, but no longer a wild place. What is refreshing is we still have places to give us the feeling of wild country. We can keep that within our selves, venture into it in reality (like at the cabin or in the Black Hills, or Mountains of Montana, or Grand Canyon, the wonders of the world) just observing nature in her rawest state.
Today we had snow, and I am betting by morning, the country will be bathed in white again; it should not last very long now, though we can have a lot of snow into April, or even some of May if the Old Woman decides to let it snow.
Friend S was here yesterday and we brought all of the slides, movies, screen, and projectors out of the tack room and I had it strewed all over to dry out. Lucky we did it as the snow had melted a lot and water was running into the tack room, we got it just in time. Today I spent some time checking things out, and for a short time, had to look at some old slides, photos of our little Morkie when he was one of the cutest dogs in the world, racked my brain to remember the name of a character sorrel horse a friend called Endplay after the old horse drawn mowers, it finally came to me his name was Bambi.
Bambi was a horse of many stories, his co-ordination was not so good, and consequently why Pete called him Endplay. He was what we called “green” broke when we bought him, he was really a sweet animal, he just wasn’t one of the brightest ones I had ever known. If I was ahead of G in the trail, I would rein around some of the buck brush, Bambi would walk right through it and never minded at all. When G saddled him, he always tried to buck the saddle off, so one day G said you better go and bring the horses so we can take that heifer in to the corral, so away I went to get the horses. I saddled Major first, and knew what Bambi would do when I tried to saddle him, so I tied him and got the saddle, before I threw it on him I started talking very loud to him and using my right hand, patting him on the shoulder quite hard and threw the saddle on; he stood stalk still, and away we went. That was the trick, he never tried to buck the saddle off again as long as we patted and talked loud.
Strange what a few old photos will do to stir ones memory.
I am almost hoping I will try harder to be on the journal more often. I was invited to Facebook, finally after several invitations; I thought I would give it a try. It is not for me, plus, for some strange reason, I was reading a news item, and at the end it suggested going to Facebook for more on the story, and I had never done that before, I clicked on it and in seconds, this page popped up, scanning my files, and telling me I had viruses, worms, infections, and they would take it off for fifty dollars a year, or sixty for two years. Before I did anything I called my tech, he said…get out…do not click on anything…shut it off and bring the tower in. That was the fourth one like that, all from Facebook. I am out of it now, and had planned on getting out anyway. It is fine for anyone who wants to be into it, I just did not find it anything I cared about compared to my friends on live journal. I like all of my friends, and hope to keep in closer touch from now on.