The kitten has nothing to do with today’s post. I just love the meme. I dare you not to smile when you see it. Double dare you. 🙂
Before I turn the blog stage over to Slim Randles and the gang down at the Mule Barn Truck Stop, I want to acknowledge the glimmer of good news that the rate of infections of the Corona virus in the U.S. is down. So are the number of daily deaths and hospitalizations.
But that doesn’t mean we should stop being vigilant, or we should stop practicing the safety measures of masks and social distancing. Until we get a handle on the three new COVID strains coming from the UK, South Africa, and Brazil, we can’t let our guard down.
Not being careful soon enough last January and February paid a large part in the U.S. having such high numbers of cases of COVID and deaths.
Let’s not set new records.So, wear a mask, avoid large gatherings, and get the vaccine when you can. It may prove to be the best defense.
Now here’s Slim and the others. Grab a cookie to go with the beverage of your choice and enjoy…
Windy, my man,” said Doc, “how are you and the widow getting along?”
“She’s been sorta creepitatin’ up on my blind side, Doc,” Windy said.
Dud set his coffee cup down. “Which side is that, Windy?”
“Very humoristic, Dud. Ha. Ha.”
We had all been watching, as closely as we could, the relationship between Windy Wilson, bachelor, camp cook, cowboy, and teller of tales … and Mamie Dilworth, aging hippie chick, starer at crystals, vegetarian, widow.
We all knew, those of us who lived vicariously alongside the perimeter of their friendship, that if it could’ve been filmed, it’d be on television longer than The Flying Nun.
“Doc,” said Windy, “ol’ Mame the Dame is a awful nice lady, sure ‘nuf. I have considerationed maybe takin’ our friendship to the next level.”
“What level is that?” Steve asked with a grin.
“Steve, that would be puttin’ one of my patented power sneaks on ‘er and holdin’ hands.”
“Be careful you don’t rush these things, Windy. You’ve only known each other a couple of years now.”
“I’ll be careful, Doc, don’t you worry none. Why, we almost got to that there hand-holdin’ when we capper-sized that stock tank boat of mine in the crick. Had to pull ‘er out. Weren’t no grateful smooch, howsomever.”
“So why ramp it up now?”
“Valentine’s Day, Steve! Comin’ up, ain’t it. Yessir, afore long there’s gonna be young lovers squarin’ off and smoochin’ and darin’ the world to stop ‘em from cuddlin.’ I really take to Valentine’s Day.”
“Buy her a card yet?”
“Thinkin’ on it, Doc. But I gotta get jest the right kind. Can’t be too moochie-smoochie or she’ll get the wrong idear. What I’m lookin’ for is one that says, ‘Mame, I kinda like you and think you’se smart and kind, And would you like to hold hands and talk about good stuff? And no more a-them tofu tacos, thank you.”
“That’s a tall order, Windy.”
“Valentine’s only comes oncet a year, boys.”
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Check out all of Slim’s award-winning books at his Goodreads Page and in better bookstores and bunkhouses throughout the free world.
All of the posts here are from his syndicated column, Home Country that is read in hundreds of newspapers across the country. I am always happy to have him share his wit and wisdom here.
Slim Randles is a veteran newspaperman, hunting guide, cowboy and dog musher. He was a feature writer and columnist for The Anchorage Daily News for 10 years and guided hunters in the Alaska Range and the Talkeetna Mountains. A resident of New Mexico now for more than 30 years, Randles is the prize-winning author of a dozen books, and is host of two podcasts and a television program.
That’s all from me folks. I’ll be back on Feb. 4 with a review of Stork Bite, a terrific story by L.K. Simonds.
Happy Hump Day
Today we honor Martin Luther King, Jr. Some people don’t think any more of the day other than the fact that it is a holiday and a day off work. Other people are irritated that there is yet another holiday to inconvenience them by closing banks, the postal service, and other government offices.
Thank goodness, there are many more who recognize the importance of what he accomplished in his lifetime and the need to celebrate and honor that.
King was not a perfect man. Like all men, he had his strengths and his weaknesses. Most of those weaknesses were in his personal life, but in the public arena his strengths were many. He was an inspiring orator, an effective leader of men and women, and a force of significant change in our country. Which is why it is so important to teach our kids and grandchildren the legacy that King left us.
It was a bit distressing to me to wake up this morning and tune to one of the news podcasts I listen to while getting ready for the day, and there was no mention of the holiday.
Nothing on the news sidebar on Twitter either.
I was astonished.
Whatever we do as a country moving forward, we can’t let the legacy of men like King and Rosa Parks and John Lewis and so many others who set us on a course of civil rights activism that we so sorely needed end.
As we recognize the systemic racism that has plagued our country for too long, let us continue to work to bring King’s dream to fruition.
There’s a hashtag on Twitter that is gaining momentum, #countrybeforeparty, and I hope it continues. The behavior of our current president, as well as the horrible assault on the Capitol Building on January 6th, is a sad indicator of just how low some people will sink to wield their power. It also illustrates just how wide the divide between parties and people has become. That divide dictates and encourages behaviors and thinking that continues to push us apart when we should be coming together as people of one nation.
Thursday morning when I heard the news on The Daily Podcast of the breach of the Capital Building, I cried. Literally. The first time I’ve cried that hard since my husband died.I felt like our country was dying.
Maybe it is.
We don’t know what hovers at the edge of sanity with these people who think it is their right to wreak such violence against the very institutions of our government.
These are truly scary and uncertain times. We don’t know how deep-seated the Trump loyalty is with these radical people who have swallowed his Kool-Aid. To be clear, there is no doubt in my mind that this is a cult on a national scale. Trump is the epitome of a cult leader. He fits so many of the criteria that I found while researching the book, Coping With Cults, that I wrote about destructive cults for the Rosen Publishing Group, including:
- narcissistic thinking and behavior
- a messiah complex
- no tolerance for questions or criticism
- a charismatic leader who becomes an object of worship
- belief that he is above the law
On the other hand, it’s possible that the sheer horror that most Americans felt, and that most Republicans expressed, at the scenes of mayhem will cause everyone to take a step back from divisive political behavior and look harder for common ground. It’s surely an exaggeration to say the Trump supporters who stormed the Capitol did Mr. Biden a favor, but they lent some new urgency to his calls to back away from the bitter politics of the last few years.
- Sen. Ted Cruz
- Sen. Josh Hawley
- Sen. Cindy Hyde-Smith
- Sen. Roger Marshall
- Sen. John Kennedy
- Sen. Tommy Tuberville
Before signing off, I do want to say that it was my fervent hope that 2021 would be a year in which I wouldn’t find things to rant about on the blog. I was planning a whole different approach to content, but, well, shit happens and I can’t hold back the thoughts and opinions that swirl around my head.
Before what happened Wednesday, I was going to post a blog with fun facts about cats, but in all honesty, I have no heart for fun or jokes as I type this post on a late Thursday evening in preparation for posting Friday morning.
I do hope you are in a better frame of mind, and if you’d like to weigh in on this topic, please do. I only ask that you keep comments civil and polite.
Stay safe. Stay well.