"…By what stretch of arrogance do you think a life form that looks like you is more important than a life form that doesn’t?”Joel Salatin


Nothing is more beneficial to your wellbeing than to look for and acknowledge those parts of everyday life that you enjoy.


"If you are happy where you are now, why does it matter how painful it was to get there?" -- Abraham


"It is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life." -- Bilbo Baggins a.k.a. The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien


"And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet, and the winds long to play in your hair." -- Kahill Gibran

“And forget not




Friday, July 20, 2012



Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Cowboy True

Wow! What an amazing experience that was! Cowboy True is now many memories. I often wonder why I put myself into situations where I know I'm going to be totally out of my comfort zone. The best reason I can figure is because stepping out of my own space is when I meet new, interesting people who have a passion for something I know nothing about.

Last night, I met Ann Ayres. She does bronze pieces depicting the lives of famous cowgirls like Bonnie McCarroll. Bonnie started trick riding as a girl. She married McCarroll when she was 14. A horse threw her, dragged her and killed her when she was 31. The # 1 sculpture of Bonnie McCarroll is in the National Cowboy Hall of Fame in Oklahoma City. Ann didn't start sculpting until she was 51. She explained the bronzing process from start to finish, from which I mainly gained an understanding of why bronze pieces are always so expensive. She spoke with admiration for the artists who inspired her and with pride for the accolades that have come in regard to her work. She is an incredible artist. She and her work have been featured in Cowboys and Indians and in Ketchpen magazines. You can see her work at www.annayresbronzes.com. I couldn't afford any of Ann's bronzes but I did buy some silver horse shoes that she makes. They'll make nice napkin rings -- or Christmas ornaments.

I met Mejo Okon, a woman from San Angelo. She paints cattle and horses and cowboys. Most of her paintings were large and close. For me, if the eyes of an animal are not done well, it ruins the whole picture. Mejo gets a high five for her paintings and another for the eyes. I bought one of her paintings of two
parade horses. She gave me the right to name them. Since they are big boys, I've decided to name them Revis and Luke. They are featured on her website at www.mejookon.com

I met Jack and Karen Milchanowski from Bowie. He had a great story about a picture of three wolves that he went out into the wilds of somewhere and lured them in with frozen deer meat. He said the wolves came so close at times they brushed against him. When they ran out of meat, he said the wolves went away, no confrontation, no threat from either side. I thought that was neat. I bought one of Jack's new western prints. It is a cowboy and his horse. I was originally attracted to it because the horse is so beautiful. Jack told me he had intended to have a series of pictures of this cowboy and his horse, but the day of their shoot, one of the horse's legs was bothering him and the man wouldn't ride him. Jack said, "that man really loves his horse." I loved that tidbit of information about the man so I bought it. Jack talked about taking three exposures of one scene and putting them together on the computer which completely changes a photograph. Then they are printed on metallic paper.

You can see Jack's wildlife photography on his website at www.jemfoto.com Jack and Karen bought a copy of each book Saturday Morning about 10am. By the time I left at 9pm, Jack was nearly finished with Come Hell or High Water. I believe he set a new record. He emailed me Monday and said he read The Hell About Stallions after they got home from Wichita Falls on Sunday. Another record! It's always an extra special treat when a man enjoys my books.

Su McMahen makes beautiful bling stuff. From her booth I bought a serving tray with cowgirl sayings all over the inside and bling all around the edge. She came and bought Come Hell or High Water and gave me a pair of Texas star earrings. She is a beauty with blonde spiky hair, lots of huge jewelry, and a ready
smile. She teaches grade school in Vernon. Something about her assured me that I'd be glad for her to be my grandson's teacher.

I ate dinner Friday night with Martha and Jimmy Stewart, (their real names believe it or not) and Dr. and Mrs. Tom Sherriff. The steaks and baked potatoes were cooked to perfection and the conversation around the table was fun and interesting. Saturday night we were served -- chuck wagon style -- by the Chuck Wagon Gang at the Texoma Cowboy Church. Enchiladas with beans and rice. Again, it was excellent.

I met Nancy Scott and Carol Sales of the Kemp Center for the Arts, www.kempcenter.org wonderful ladies who helped and encouraged me to come to Cowboy True, then checked in every so often to make sure I had everything I needed.

That brings me to Dotti Laseur. Dotti is one of those special people who as soon as I met her, I knew we'd be friends. She's funny and energetic. She loves animals and flowers and ART. She has tea parties in her apartment at the Holt Hotel and in her doll house at Lake Kickapoo. She never meets a stranger. She voluntarily and tirelessly promotes the Wichita Falls Literature and Art Review magazine because it is a wonderful publication, and one that speaks well for Wichita Falls.

Being allowed to participate in Cowboy True as an artist was an honor that before hand had me chewing my nails down into the quick, but thanks to all the above mentioned folks and many others, all the memories I made this past weekend are good ones.

Monday, March 19, 2012

It's Raining!

As I begin this beautiful new rainy day, my dominant intent is to feel good. Nothing is more important or more essential to my wellbeing than that I look for things to appreciate and praise.

Yesterday evening, in anticipation of some heavy rains, I cleaned out the gutter in the street. Hopefully the downpours will clean the pavement. The City dug a big hole last summer to fix a water leak next to my driveway. Then Atmos Energy dug another in the island between the sidewalk and the street. Both made a big mess but the best cleanser is a hard rain to wash the street. When it dries out, I'll clean it up again and then it will be easier to keep it clean.

The house next door has been vacant for nearly two years. With no one to tend to it, the weeds had grown five feet tall and had two to three inch diameter stems. Saturday, some people came to clean it up. I'm not sure what they used to cut the weeds: I heard a lawnmower, a weedeater, a more powerful weedeater and some kind of motor I didn't recognize. They worked on it all day Sunday, too. Thank goodness, they did do some cleaning up. (The last guys that mowed it left the mess.) When they finished, it looked horrible, brown and ugly but with this rain, in a few days, even if it is all weeds, it'll look pretty and green.

I've been digging up the weeds in my yard. I sprayed a few with Roundup, but it takes so long to kill the plant and for some reason, nearly impossible to get them out of the ground. I'm seeing a lot of the St. Augustine coming out and theres quite a bit of Bermuda on the island, so maybe I will have grass this year afterall.

I put out four five gallon buckets to catch some of the run off to water plants that are too far under the over hang of the house to get a good soaking.

I recieved a call this morning from Mr. Teter. He and his helper will be here Thursday to lay the floors. He says they'll be done in a day and a half -- so by the weekend, I should be able to spread out -- put things back where they belong.

Yesterday, I painted the upper cabinets in the kitchen, I bought new handles, black ones that right now look sort of out of place, but when the black and white floor is back, they will fit right in.

I'm happy about so many things. It's ridiculous to let a "pothole" spoil that.

Have a great day, Friends! I intend to do exactly that!

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