The stress of the holidays triggers sadness and depression for many people.
This time of year is especially difficult because there’s an expectation of feeling merry and generous. People compare their emotions to what they assume others are experiencing or what they’re supposed to feel.
Then they think that they alone fall short. They judge themselves and feel like an outsider.
The ole ranch hand had this unfortunate phenomenon for as long as memory serves. No reason, no explanation, no solution.
Then he married the original SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS.
This gal can out-Christmas anything ever and will not let anyone or anything stand in her way....How ya gonna be "blue" under that kinda pressure?
Been feelin' pretty darn Christmas-y lately and gotta give credit where credit is due....the CHRISTMAS ELF/WIFE DONE DONE HER THANG!
Saturday, December 21, 2013
Thursday, June 13, 2013
The Indoor Picture Show
When the ranch hand was knee high to a Shetland, "going to the picture show" referred to the drive-in theatre in Turnertown.
We would go in the pickup, back it into a space, and Mom/Dad would sit in chairs in the bed of the truck while us young'uns would park wherever. Mom would bring a brown paper sack of home made popcorn and life was good.
Another, more rare, movie experience was available in Overton (the "indoor" picture show").
The Overton Theater opened in July 1938 and continued operation until 1965. For the price of a quarter, a Wright City farm boy could ease into a dark place of air conditioned comfort, sit in fancy cloth covered seats (with years of chewing gum plastered on the seat bottoms), and get lost in the adventures of Hollywood heroes.
Never mind that no one had money for refreshments from the snack bar (although we knew someone bought "cokes" because the floor was so sticky?).
Never mind that ya missed half the show when it was "scary" (The Blob, The Incredible Shrinking Man, etc.) due to having one's eyes closed. It was pure magic.
Scroll forward to modern times and the ole fat boy and his beautiful child bride decided to saunter to "town" to enjoy yet another "indoor picture show".
Smug with confidence and sufficient finances, the would-be film star splurged on two "cokes" for nostalgic pleasure. Hauled them puppies to our plush reclining ergonomic seats and settled in with our fellow viewers to wait for the "magic" to begin.
The lights dimmed, the theater became hushed, and the sophisticated cinema fan promptly dumped the entire contents of his ICE COLD drink into his lap.
Now imagine the difficulty of maintaining one's dignity while jumping up and down between rows of seats in a crowded theater while furiously slapping and brushing at one's "nether regions" and yelling, "SH*T", in high decibels.
Further imagine the look of confusion mixed with consternation on the face of the adjacent bride (not to mention the fellow theatre patrons).
Maybe the Lord was just taking care of that young farm boy in Overton by withholding the "cokes" to spare the fragile innocence of his youth?
We would go in the pickup, back it into a space, and Mom/Dad would sit in chairs in the bed of the truck while us young'uns would park wherever. Mom would bring a brown paper sack of home made popcorn and life was good.
Another, more rare, movie experience was available in Overton (the "indoor" picture show").
The Overton Theater opened in July 1938 and continued operation until 1965. For the price of a quarter, a Wright City farm boy could ease into a dark place of air conditioned comfort, sit in fancy cloth covered seats (with years of chewing gum plastered on the seat bottoms), and get lost in the adventures of Hollywood heroes.
Never mind that no one had money for refreshments from the snack bar (although we knew someone bought "cokes" because the floor was so sticky?).
Never mind that ya missed half the show when it was "scary" (The Blob, The Incredible Shrinking Man, etc.) due to having one's eyes closed. It was pure magic.
Scroll forward to modern times and the ole fat boy and his beautiful child bride decided to saunter to "town" to enjoy yet another "indoor picture show".
Smug with confidence and sufficient finances, the would-be film star splurged on two "cokes" for nostalgic pleasure. Hauled them puppies to our plush reclining ergonomic seats and settled in with our fellow viewers to wait for the "magic" to begin.
The lights dimmed, the theater became hushed, and the sophisticated cinema fan promptly dumped the entire contents of his ICE COLD drink into his lap.
Now imagine the difficulty of maintaining one's dignity while jumping up and down between rows of seats in a crowded theater while furiously slapping and brushing at one's "nether regions" and yelling, "SH*T", in high decibels.
Further imagine the look of confusion mixed with consternation on the face of the adjacent bride (not to mention the fellow theatre patrons).
Maybe the Lord was just taking care of that young farm boy in Overton by withholding the "cokes" to spare the fragile innocence of his youth?
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Rattlesnake Wire
Barbed wire...or "bob woir", as it is pronounced in East Texas...has served the southwest well since it was first patented in 1867. As a relatively inexpensive method to pen cattle onto a chosen range, it took cows out of the driver's seat and allowed ranchers to control their movement (and stop "free grazing" by traveling herds).
The Tin Star is surrounded by a similar steel accoutrement. Four thousand feet of prickly loveliness that is singular in its willingness to "bite"!
Deer jump the top strand and wind it around the next strand down. Unwind that bow fiddle tight puppy and lose some hide and blood (ask me how I know)?
Tighten sagging stretches of the saber toothed one, let your tool of choice slip...and yep...more personal tissue/sinew/plasma sacrificed to the "god" of the bovine calaboose?
When the Hebrew tribes gave up their nomadic life and settled in Palestine in agricultural communities, the most important matter was the fixing of definite boundary-lines to separate the lands of the different tribes and of the families within the tribes. The importance of this is sufficiently shown in the Book of Joshua, where a careful record is made of the boundaries of the tribes and their families. No mention is made of "bob woir"...just "boundary markers".
However, Ecclesiastes 10:8 tells us that serpents delight to lurk in the crevices of such fences?
Given the ole ranch hand's number of scars, blood loss, and ripped clothes....it would be a tuff sell to convince him that dang demon fence ain't part rattlesnake!
The Tin Star is surrounded by a similar steel accoutrement. Four thousand feet of prickly loveliness that is singular in its willingness to "bite"!
Deer jump the top strand and wind it around the next strand down. Unwind that bow fiddle tight puppy and lose some hide and blood (ask me how I know)?
Tighten sagging stretches of the saber toothed one, let your tool of choice slip...and yep...more personal tissue/sinew/plasma sacrificed to the "god" of the bovine calaboose?
When the Hebrew tribes gave up their nomadic life and settled in Palestine in agricultural communities, the most important matter was the fixing of definite boundary-lines to separate the lands of the different tribes and of the families within the tribes. The importance of this is sufficiently shown in the Book of Joshua, where a careful record is made of the boundaries of the tribes and their families. No mention is made of "bob woir"...just "boundary markers".
However, Ecclesiastes 10:8 tells us that serpents delight to lurk in the crevices of such fences?
Given the ole ranch hand's number of scars, blood loss, and ripped clothes....it would be a tuff sell to convince him that dang demon fence ain't part rattlesnake!
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Retired Life
Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and in the sight of thine eyes. (Ecclesiastes 11:9)
The ole fat boy and his child bride ventured to the land o' the gator this past week in Orlando, Florida to "experience" DISNEYWORLD, UNIVERSAL STUDIOS, and the KENNEDY SPACE CENTER.
Think bout walkin' from can till can't....humidity....an "wall to wall" people round ya?
LOVED IT!
Rode them "rides"....saw the "sights"...and ate/drank the good stuff in the theme parks and beyond.
Retired life is better'n good...it is GREAT for old folks what got the health and mobility to enjoy it to the max!!!
LIFE IS GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!
The ole fat boy and his child bride ventured to the land o' the gator this past week in Orlando, Florida to "experience" DISNEYWORLD, UNIVERSAL STUDIOS, and the KENNEDY SPACE CENTER.
Think bout walkin' from can till can't....humidity....an "wall to wall" people round ya?
LOVED IT!
Rode them "rides"....saw the "sights"...and ate/drank the good stuff in the theme parks and beyond.
Retired life is better'n good...it is GREAT for old folks what got the health and mobility to enjoy it to the max!!!
LIFE IS GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, April 7, 2013
The Traitor
The ole fat boy and his gorgeous child bride sashayed into "town" this morn to allow the little woman to shop for shoes (Hell....anyone with near half a brain would know that 49,000 pair of shoes ain't near enuff for a ranch lady with only TWELVE (long) shelves full of shoes in her closet already?????)
Got that "mission of podiatry mercy" done and then decided to stop at the sis/law's house to see the young nephew/niece and have a bit of country "gab".
Bein' country rural....the ranch hand left the keys in the SUV (along with the wife's purse/keys)....
Got near half way up to the porch and heard "CLICK"????
Damn traitor vehicle LOCKED its ownself (just for spite I reckon??)
Spent the next hour going back and forth between the "traitor" and the barn/workshop gitten tools and "making" tools to unlock that BAST*RD and not do damage???
SUCCESS....got the door "unlocked".....and the damn horn started beeping such as Saint Gabriel would'a been proud!
Finally figgered out the combination to silence that abomination....and then found the eee-lec-tronic computer crap would not allow the car to be started...Next chance I get, gonna kick a computer nerd in the n*ts just for the sheer joy of it??
Is it only my old butt generation...or was life simpler when "computer chips" were not involved????
Got that "mission of podiatry mercy" done and then decided to stop at the sis/law's house to see the young nephew/niece and have a bit of country "gab".
Bein' country rural....the ranch hand left the keys in the SUV (along with the wife's purse/keys)....
Got near half way up to the porch and heard "CLICK"????
Damn traitor vehicle LOCKED its ownself (just for spite I reckon??)
Spent the next hour going back and forth between the "traitor" and the barn/workshop gitten tools and "making" tools to unlock that BAST*RD and not do damage???
SUCCESS....got the door "unlocked".....and the damn horn started beeping such as Saint Gabriel would'a been proud!
Finally figgered out the combination to silence that abomination....and then found the eee-lec-tronic computer crap would not allow the car to be started...Next chance I get, gonna kick a computer nerd in the n*ts just for the sheer joy of it??
Is it only my old butt generation...or was life simpler when "computer chips" were not involved????
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Thanks to Ms. Eva
Ms. Eva creates a marvelously entertaining blog: http://www.wrestlingwithretirement.com/
It is light hearted...entertaining...and "irreverent" to the point of "giggle"!
A recent jewel concerned TGIF ("Thank God it is Friday") and the totally irrelevant perspective of that phrase for retired folk?
The ole fat ranch hand and his child bride have multiple conversations bout....what day is this???....what day of the month??...hell...what month is this??
Such awesome bliss...To not care what "time" has to offer....To just enjoy the day...Whatever "day" it is???...is double OK!
Thank you Ms. Eva for reminding an ole retiree bout the "good" stuff of not fighting the "job" sh*t ever day....!!!!
It is light hearted...entertaining...and "irreverent" to the point of "giggle"!
A recent jewel concerned TGIF ("Thank God it is Friday") and the totally irrelevant perspective of that phrase for retired folk?
The ole fat ranch hand and his child bride have multiple conversations bout....what day is this???....what day of the month??...hell...what month is this??
Such awesome bliss...To not care what "time" has to offer....To just enjoy the day...Whatever "day" it is???...is double OK!
Thank you Ms. Eva for reminding an ole retiree bout the "good" stuff of not fighting the "job" sh*t ever day....!!!!
Monday, March 18, 2013
Sisyphus
King Sisyphus existed in Greek mythology.
According to legend.....this gent was quite the rascal and the "gods" therefore sentenced him to roll a huge boulder up a steep hill. Before he could reach the top, however, the massive stone would always roll back down, forcing him to begin again. The maddening nature of the punishment was to be an example for those lacking in tolerance and patience, no doubt?
This day, the ole fat boy and his child bride ventured to the "Greek" mythological land of "Joe's Crab Shack" and feasted therein on....well...crab.
Interesting adventure. First they bring ya "tools"....Oh hell yeah...what manly man would not want "tools"?
Then they brought a humongous "bib"??? OK...was there gonna be a hawg guttin'....or what????
Then the cretins of sick humor bring out a gigantic TUB of boiled/spiced crab and say with a lecherous smile, "All yall dig in"?
Well duh....They give ya got hammers, picks, pliers, and more "tools" than a New York butcher shop so "dig in" is kinda suggestive of "what"???
So...the ranch hand and the Gorgeous One...just started hammerin', sawin', mashin', GNAWING on that pile of crustacean like we was old pros.
Bottom line...we ended up with it in our hair, on our face, covering our glasses...in our laps, on the chairs (and likely the ceiling).
Sisyphus...we feel your pain dude...just be glad they didn't give ya eternity to crack open crabs?????
According to legend.....this gent was quite the rascal and the "gods" therefore sentenced him to roll a huge boulder up a steep hill. Before he could reach the top, however, the massive stone would always roll back down, forcing him to begin again. The maddening nature of the punishment was to be an example for those lacking in tolerance and patience, no doubt?
This day, the ole fat boy and his child bride ventured to the "Greek" mythological land of "Joe's Crab Shack" and feasted therein on....well...crab.
Interesting adventure. First they bring ya "tools"....Oh hell yeah...what manly man would not want "tools"?
Then they brought a humongous "bib"??? OK...was there gonna be a hawg guttin'....or what????
Then the cretins of sick humor bring out a gigantic TUB of boiled/spiced crab and say with a lecherous smile, "All yall dig in"?
Well duh....They give ya got hammers, picks, pliers, and more "tools" than a New York butcher shop so "dig in" is kinda suggestive of "what"???
So...the ranch hand and the Gorgeous One...just started hammerin', sawin', mashin', GNAWING on that pile of crustacean like we was old pros.
Bottom line...we ended up with it in our hair, on our face, covering our glasses...in our laps, on the chairs (and likely the ceiling).
Sisyphus...we feel your pain dude...just be glad they didn't give ya eternity to crack open crabs?????
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
And Then There Was One (SOB!)
Where breathes the soul
At least if alive
Who does not worship
505.
It's ethereal goodness
Is beyond compare
The taste, the fragrance
Well...just beware.
Sister "C" is the junkie
Who smuggles that narcotic rare
From its NM home amid mountain air
Nor meth...or crank...or cocaine
Do it be
But the deliciously ubiquitous
GREEN CHILE!
Fresh from Hatch
The town of renown
Where them grand hot peppers
Wear the kingdom crown.
Last visit from sister
That Saint brung two large jars of Heaven
(Still wonderin' why it wasn't SEVEN?)
One jar down
And one jar to go
Already wonderin' if sis
Will bring bro mo'???
Gotta love it
(and my baby sister)
At least if alive
Who does not worship
505.
It's ethereal goodness
Is beyond compare
The taste, the fragrance
Well...just beware.
Sister "C" is the junkie
Who smuggles that narcotic rare
From its NM home amid mountain air
Nor meth...or crank...or cocaine
Do it be
But the deliciously ubiquitous
GREEN CHILE!
Fresh from Hatch
The town of renown
Where them grand hot peppers
Wear the kingdom crown.
Last visit from sister
That Saint brung two large jars of Heaven
(Still wonderin' why it wasn't SEVEN?)
One jar down
And one jar to go
Already wonderin' if sis
Will bring bro mo'???
Gotta love it
(and my baby sister)
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Simple Pleasures
The best things in life are most often the simple pleasures.
Ain't much way to beat a good peach cobbler for soul satisfying "pleasure".
Yesterday last...the ole fat boy burned down some lovingly aged ranch oak firewood into chunks of flavorlicious coals.
Greased up the Tin Star cast iron dutch oven with the requisite lard....loaded that puppy with slice peaches, yellow cake mix, a stick of unsalted butter...and pixie dusted that "piece de resistance" with culinary quality cinnamon magic.
Plopped on the lid....loaded the cherry red oak coals over/under the cobbler delivery device....and simply vegged in blissful silence for 30 minutes while smelling the sweet flowery odiferous waft of peachy cinnamon goodness stewing within.
Hooeeee dawgeee...that stuff was slurp-i-li-shus wunnerful to this old man's taste buds when peeled outa the pan!!!!
Ain't much way to beat a good peach cobbler for soul satisfying "pleasure".
Yesterday last...the ole fat boy burned down some lovingly aged ranch oak firewood into chunks of flavorlicious coals.
Greased up the Tin Star cast iron dutch oven with the requisite lard....loaded that puppy with slice peaches, yellow cake mix, a stick of unsalted butter...and pixie dusted that "piece de resistance" with culinary quality cinnamon magic.
Plopped on the lid....loaded the cherry red oak coals over/under the cobbler delivery device....and simply vegged in blissful silence for 30 minutes while smelling the sweet flowery odiferous waft of peachy cinnamon goodness stewing within.
Hooeeee dawgeee...that stuff was slurp-i-li-shus wunnerful to this old man's taste buds when peeled outa the pan!!!!
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Country Humor
Daddy Gene had a country funny bone that was beyond compare.
Something out of the ordinary and unexplainable would occur and he would judiciously announce to no one in particular, "Well, shit and two is eight". Number one (and only son) has never really figgered that 'un out, but it always seemed to make sense in the context of the moment when intoned by Dad??
If ya showed Daddy Gene your latest (EXPENSIVE) purchase that he thought was ridiculous...he would respond, "Cute".....in a way that more than conveyed his solemn belief that his onliest son was a dumass that provided a never ending source of humorous wonderment to him.
He'd start to tell one of his mos' fav-rite jokes...and would begin laughing so hard with copious tears streaming down his face that he could'nt get to the "punch line"....and son....having no clue where the "joke" was headed...inevitably became powerlessly "tickled" with the same tears of mirth falling.
The ole fat boy misses his Dad every single day. Many is the time Gene's boy has found a stump on the ranch, sat down, and had long talks with his Dad.
Damn, I miss ya....but know your country perverted brand of humor survives on the Tin Star to this day.
Something out of the ordinary and unexplainable would occur and he would judiciously announce to no one in particular, "Well, shit and two is eight". Number one (and only son) has never really figgered that 'un out, but it always seemed to make sense in the context of the moment when intoned by Dad??
If ya showed Daddy Gene your latest (EXPENSIVE) purchase that he thought was ridiculous...he would respond, "Cute".....in a way that more than conveyed his solemn belief that his onliest son was a dumass that provided a never ending source of humorous wonderment to him.
He'd start to tell one of his mos' fav-rite jokes...and would begin laughing so hard with copious tears streaming down his face that he could'nt get to the "punch line"....and son....having no clue where the "joke" was headed...inevitably became powerlessly "tickled" with the same tears of mirth falling.
The ole fat boy misses his Dad every single day. Many is the time Gene's boy has found a stump on the ranch, sat down, and had long talks with his Dad.
Damn, I miss ya....but know your country perverted brand of humor survives on the Tin Star to this day.
Monday, March 4, 2013
The Cowboy Way
Watching the Lone Ranger, Gunsmoke, Wagon Train, and Rin Tin Tin on channel seven on the black and white TV no doubt inspired the ranch hand to long admire the "cowboy" lifestyle.
The ole fat boy has never owned a horse and the ranch ain't even half vast, but that don't dilute appreciation of the genre.
Accordingly, the ranch accoutrements include a backyard "Rusty Spur Saloon"...and an outdoor covered kitchen dubbed, "The Chuck Wagon".
In an attempt to honor the "cookies" of the old west....yours truly has embarked on a culinary oddessy involving exploration of dutch oven cooking (biscuits, cobblers, and such), and disc harrow blade cooking (cowboy breakfast to beignets to fajitas to ??).
So far, the family/guests have been without complaint regarding the groceries.
The ranch hand jus' be grinnin' these days while sitting in the great outdoors, sippin' a cool adult beverage.....and smelling that superlicious grub on the oak fire coals.
Life is good!
The ole fat boy has never owned a horse and the ranch ain't even half vast, but that don't dilute appreciation of the genre.
Accordingly, the ranch accoutrements include a backyard "Rusty Spur Saloon"...and an outdoor covered kitchen dubbed, "The Chuck Wagon".
In an attempt to honor the "cookies" of the old west....yours truly has embarked on a culinary oddessy involving exploration of dutch oven cooking (biscuits, cobblers, and such), and disc harrow blade cooking (cowboy breakfast to beignets to fajitas to ??).
So far, the family/guests have been without complaint regarding the groceries.
The ranch hand jus' be grinnin' these days while sitting in the great outdoors, sippin' a cool adult beverage.....and smelling that superlicious grub on the oak fire coals.
Life is good!
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Saturday, February 9, 2013
The Ranch Buggy
My Cajun friend, Happy is bona fide.
He stands at attention when they play "Jolie Blon" and he swears that his favorite bedtime story as child was "....first you make a roux".
His commendables are to excess.......He is an enviable judge of "wimmen" (as evidence by his gorgeous child bride)...he is a business man without comparison...and among other sainted acts....he sold the old fat boy his prized ranch buggy at a mere pittance of its true value!
Said "buggy" has been a daily companion, fetchin' "dawg", tool toter , venison carriage, and general overall FUN since "Day One"!
Thanks ole buddy for your kind act in allowing me the privilege of it's care keeping.
Now...remember that you promised to give up New Iberia Tabasco for Lent!
He stands at attention when they play "Jolie Blon" and he swears that his favorite bedtime story as child was "....first you make a roux".
His commendables are to excess.......He is an enviable judge of "wimmen" (as evidence by his gorgeous child bride)...he is a business man without comparison...and among other sainted acts....he sold the old fat boy his prized ranch buggy at a mere pittance of its true value!
Said "buggy" has been a daily companion, fetchin' "dawg", tool toter , venison carriage, and general overall FUN since "Day One"!
Thanks ole buddy for your kind act in allowing me the privilege of it's care keeping.
Now...remember that you promised to give up New Iberia Tabasco for Lent!
Friday, January 18, 2013
Dust and Ashes
"Let me speak further to my Lord, even though I am but dust and ashes."
(Genesis 18:27)
The ole ranch was blessed with acquisition of the Tin Star Ranch more than 8 years ago.
The days since have included the sinuous joy of laboriously clearing the land using a weak mind and a semi-strong back.
An altar of honor at the edge of the back "40" (pasture).... at the head of the dry creek bed, has served as host to countless stacks of dry brush.
The dry brush, being an open invitation to bonfire, has traversed the chemical/mystical path from vegetation to "dust and ashes" more times than an old fat man can count.
Course, three years of drought has at times made the frequency of the "burn" unpredictable. But sure as death and taxes....that puppy has taken an ash "nap" many a time.
Today marked the most recent celebration of return to nature. Recent rains anoited the earth with moisture and thus the ranch hand did anoint that brush with fire.
And so begins the cycle anew of cutting and stacking...followed inexorably by return to ashes.
It is a self renewing exercise that will never cease in my life time...and I love it.
(Genesis 18:27)
The ole ranch was blessed with acquisition of the Tin Star Ranch more than 8 years ago.
The days since have included the sinuous joy of laboriously clearing the land using a weak mind and a semi-strong back.
An altar of honor at the edge of the back "40" (pasture).... at the head of the dry creek bed, has served as host to countless stacks of dry brush.
The dry brush, being an open invitation to bonfire, has traversed the chemical/mystical path from vegetation to "dust and ashes" more times than an old fat man can count.
Course, three years of drought has at times made the frequency of the "burn" unpredictable. But sure as death and taxes....that puppy has taken an ash "nap" many a time.
Today marked the most recent celebration of return to nature. Recent rains anoited the earth with moisture and thus the ranch hand did anoint that brush with fire.
And so begins the cycle anew of cutting and stacking...followed inexorably by return to ashes.
It is a self renewing exercise that will never cease in my life time...and I love it.
Friday, January 4, 2013
Yellow Snow
Well I turned around and I said oh, oh oh
Well I turned around and I said oh, oh oh
Well I turned around and I said ho, ho
And the northern lights commenced to glow
And she said, with a tear in her eye
Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow
Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow.
(Frank Zappa, "Don't Eat the Yellow Snow", 1971)
It snowed on the Tin Star Ranch this fine morn.....No big deal...except it ain't never done that in the tenure of the ranch hand?
Reminded the ole fat boy of his days as a yonker in Wright City and those rare snow days that Texas renders.
For those that live in snow from can til can't...snow is just more BS...
For those that rarely see grits spittin' from above...it is a wonderment.
A memory is of Mom having us rake some of the white frosting off the ground and her adding canned condensed milk and sugar to make snow "ice cream"!
Mom would always admonish, "Don't bring in no yellow snow".
Kids being kids, we didn't quite cabbage onto the wisdom of that advice til later years....but Mom...if ya are up there watchin'...your onliest son did NOT eat no yellow snow today!
Well I turned around and I said oh, oh oh
Well I turned around and I said ho, ho
And the northern lights commenced to glow
And she said, with a tear in her eye
Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow
Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow.
(Frank Zappa, "Don't Eat the Yellow Snow", 1971)
It snowed on the Tin Star Ranch this fine morn.....No big deal...except it ain't never done that in the tenure of the ranch hand?
Reminded the ole fat boy of his days as a yonker in Wright City and those rare snow days that Texas renders.
For those that live in snow from can til can't...snow is just more BS...
For those that rarely see grits spittin' from above...it is a wonderment.
A memory is of Mom having us rake some of the white frosting off the ground and her adding canned condensed milk and sugar to make snow "ice cream"!
Mom would always admonish, "Don't bring in no yellow snow".
Kids being kids, we didn't quite cabbage onto the wisdom of that advice til later years....but Mom...if ya are up there watchin'...your onliest son did NOT eat no yellow snow today!
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