The computer came back home to us! Covered with Band-Aids and walking with the aid of a crutch, but home! (Actually Steve returned it in a lot better shape then he got it…Bless his little heart) I can finally take a deep breath! I’ve felt like I’d mailed off my only tank of oxygen! (grin)
By way of celebration we pulled out the BIG GUNS and went to ‘Sheldon’s Trading Post and Roadkill Grill’ (Does that man know how to treat a gal…or what?) If you remember, from your deep past, waaay before healthy eating was discovered…a hamburger that was cheap, juicy, too big to get in your mouth and dripped things through your fingers that were best not dwelled upon…then you’ve remembered the ‘Roadkill Grill’!
We drove out through the ranch lands once again. It’s getting past the season but the Blue Bonnets still look glorious spilling across the pastures and along side the roads.
What beauty is all around us and, if we only take the time to drink it in, how it fills the soul.