It
was a kick back day. Patty and Cindy took a drive to Surprise and
Dave, well...Dave probably went roping. I had the place to myself
with no plans to do much of anything but tinker around close.
Aguila
has a flea market every Tuesday. Today was the day to finally check
it out. They didn't have as much as the big Quartzsite one...but they
had a little bit of everything including...OMG! It's Pa and Boy! I
can't tell you what Pa and Boy were peddling..I didn't linger long
enough to find out. Boy was everywhere I looked and in need of a
bath. If I didn't spot him out of the corner of my eye, I could smell
him from across tables of 1980's CD's and turquoise jewelry. I
hastily paid for my 2 blankets, tossed them in the front seat and got
the heck out of Deliverance.
I set
up a shotgun course in the arena and had myself a little shooting
practice. I would skip main match and shoot nothing but shotgun if it
were allowed. It's more fun than a barrel of monkeys. Who determined
that a barrel of monkeys would be fun? I'm thinking a barrel of
monkeys would be creepy as hell.
I put
J'Lo up and saddled Jack with the intent of swinging a rope off him
and getting him use to Smarty. Blake's roped cattle off him but I
haven't. I expected him to freak out. He doesn't like it when ropes
are swung around him but didn't mind at all when I “attempted” to
swing one from the saddle. We then went over and roped Smarty with
the same result. Jack didn't care a bit. Two days ago he acted like
that thing was out to eat him.
Patty
remains determined to build a bon-fire every night she is here. We
gathered more wood to accommodate. I brought out the remaining four
candy bars and shared them. I'm good for about an hour around the
fire before I start yawning...and evidently I am allergic to
mesquite. It makes my head stuff up immediately. It's 7:30PM and I am
ready to turn in. It can be expected – I am a year older, after
all.
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