Meshing Memories

Last Monday evening we were blessed with more rain. HOWEVER, receiving 2-1/2 inches of rain in 45 minutes was something we could've done without. Sam and I both took off Tuesday from our paying jobs in order to tend to repairing water gaps. Armed with wire, wire stretcher and wire cutters, we headed out for the daunting task of clearing debris and getting fences back where they belong. Several hours and several gaps later, I was ready to get out of my wet shoes and call it a day. Not to mention I had already exhausted my vast vocabulary of cuss words. The blessing was that only the gaps in the front part of the ranch had to be repaired. It would've taken us until dark if we would have had to work on every gap on the ranch.

And as if that wasn't enough manual labor for the day, Sam asked me to help him with a water trough project that he had been working on for over a week. Hell, why not. I was already dirty and what else was I going to do? Eat bon-bons and watch Oprah? So, without further ado, we ventured to his trough project and got it to a point that he could finish it up at a later date. (Had to let the mortar set up.)

At the end of the day, I allowed myself the luxury of visiting old memories. Several popped into my mind which involved working with my dad when he needed an extra pair of hands. He would take me with him even though I was only old enough to hand him tools and "step and fetch". While working, my dad would sometimes mumble a cuss word or two or three and I would tuck those words into my "cuss word box" in the back corner of my memory bank. Little did I know I was being groomed for future application of said cuss words (see above reference).

Ah, the joys of living on a ranch and having new memories mesh with old memories. We've only just begun....