posted on Dec, 19 2016 @ 09:06 PM
No "cowboy" Christmas I know of!
Despite any political or social differences, I LOVE to see family, as rare as it is anymore for me.
"Black Sheep?"...yeah, I know that, but I don't dwell on it.
I wish I could go see all my family, liberals and all, but I can't. The animals need tending, water chief among these things. I wish I even had a
choice, but I don't really.
I wonder sometimes if I will regret all the choices I've made, it's not been easy. I was the one they always said would "fail" in my silly pursuits,
and yet we have thrived (thank the Lord).
There has always been an open offer to come here to the ranch for the holidays, though I knew they would never come. It's far too cozy in their city
world, and far too uncomfortable here without a neighbor's light 100' feet away. There are too many stars, and too much darkness at night. It's
unsettling for them, despite how calming it is to me.
I wish them well, and I love them all, but I am who I am. I will go out and feed and water no matter the cold, wind or snow. The animals, they
depend on me, us, and as much as I miss everyone this is what's real. (to me anyway).
If I die, and someday I'm sure I will, I hope it's in a snow-bank, with a rope and a flake of hay in my leather gloved hands.
I will always be true, and I will never give up.