It was a long drive to my place from my brother’s place. Sitting in the back seat of his truck was nuts. First of all, it was hard to hear their conversation with the music playing. Secondly, I had to keep leaning from one side to the other, in order to see if we were about to crash. Thirdly, since my brother and I both smoke cigarettes, the timing had to be adjusted because if he cracked his window to let the smoke out, and I had mine cracked at the same time, some kinda weird science shit happened that caused my ashes to fly back in my face. For what ever other science reason, every time I lit up and cracked my window, my brother would do the same, so I would just put mine out and wait until he was done with his to relight mine. Since his smokes are shorts, and science shit, he would light another before I could even finish mine….sigh. I was glad when we finally made it.
We dropped my sister-in-law off at the hotel, and my brother dropped me and the flatbed off at my place. It was so good to see the grands and how much they’ve grown….the Lil Sweet Tater is walking now…and that Cookie is taller than me these days. My daughter and I stayed up late, chatting and catching up. It was nice.
I slept in the room I had built in the garage, which she had rearranged and further decorated. I slept until 6 am, went pee in the outhouse that I built behind the garage and went in the house to brush my teeth and wash up. She brought me coffee out to the garage sitting area, and we chatted some more. While I wrote yesterday’s blog, she cooked breakfast…potato, egg, bacon and cheese tacos. Delicious! My brother arrived and had two tacos and some coffee, too.
We fought my riding lawn mower, until it was loaded onto the trailer. I count that as a win for us. Cheers! We stopped for a lunch break, since my feral child had cooked some pork tacos, cilantro rice, and grilled elote. Then, we fought the cactus in order to load the water cistern and I only got one thorn in my finger. Win #2! Then, we fought my chainsaw, trying to cut up some big mesquite logs. That was a loss because we gave up due to the fact that none of us wanted to put a new chain on it. We just loaded the big, heavy logs onto the trailer, my sister-in-law arrived and we called it done.
The drive home was therapeutic. I was tired, my left arm was bleeding, and I was lost in thought. When we pulled into the gate, Jager and Goose were happily waiting, tails a wagging….
My brother and I unloaded the trailer, while his wife fed the animals. Mission accomplished, my brother and I enjoyed some beers and idle chit-chat about work, family and the right thing to do…as him and I do. Around 10:30 pm, I called it a night, and bid my brother “good night”. Jager sidled up to me, as he does every night, and walked me home. He’s a good working dog, and I will fight anyone who dares to say anything to the contrary. I’m really not even a “dog person”, but…bet.
As I lay in bed, I thought about the loyalty of animals, and how I failed to realize just how much I missed my cat, Charles.
He’s a good cat…loyal and loving no matter how long I’m away. I think that’s all the therapy that I need, until next time…