pull bull

Carl V posted about Miel-Margarita Paredes' site a while back, and I've gone back to admire and desire several pieces. Loved "visiting" the studio, too. Isn't this an interesting bovine toy?


When I started recording my childhood memories, I didn't think I'd remember much, but the darn thing is turning into a book! Every incident I record leads to thoughts of something else. At one point, the idea was to go back over all the separate little incidents and organize them into a coherent whole. Now, I doubt that I'll ever finish...

Friday, Mac wasn't feeling too spry and, worried about the past problems with pancreatitis, I took him to the vet. Colonitis - Mac received some treatment and I came home poorer, but armed with special food, antibiotics, Lomotil, and instructions to keep a close eye on him. If he didn't improve, he had to go back for blood tests. Most of the time he seems to feel fine, but every once in a while, he seems a little subdued and my worry quotient goes up until he cavorts a bit to make me feel better.

Laddie and I drove all over the country yesterday; we took all the back roads (and many are less than roads) looking at fence lines, the effects of the drought, where my brother or Glen has disked up various fields. We looked for turkeys, but none showed themselves. No deer either, but they don't usually venture from the woods until dusk.

In many areas, we left a huge dust cloud behind us. We crawled all over his hundreds of acres; in some cases I had to drive slowly because of the ruts, but even when the ride was just bumpy, he kept telling me to slow down so he could see if there was any water in the sloughs or to tell me who had adjoining property, or where he got the tractor stuck on several occasions or... It was a pleasant, slow-paced several hours, and he kept up a steady stream of comments. Today, however, I still feel as if my throat is coated with dust.