There’s sure no moss growing under this cowgirl’s boot-soles.
I’m off to Las Vegas in the morning, as I’ve mentioned, and I’ll be on Les Kincaid’s show, for the CRN Radio Network. I did some checking, and if you’re so inclined, you can catch the show live on CRNI.net, Thursday, Dec. 4, airing from 7-8 pm Pacific Time.
This first jaunt is such a quick one that I’m not sure I’ll get to scope out Cowboy Christmas, the big western trade show that is a highlight of the rodeo for me. I’ll surely play a few slot machines, though and do my best to catch my busy friends, Steve and Terry Miller, for a howdy, if not a glass of wine.
In the beginning I planned to just stay in Vegas the whole time, from the 4th through the 12th, but it got to seeming like a long old stretch away from home and critters–and the new book I’m trying to start–so I made some changes.
I’ve received a number of encouraging emails about hanging in there with the not smoking, and I’m happy to tell you, I’ve got five smoke-free weeks under my belt. Thank you for rooting for me that way–it means a lot.
Buck is still holding his own. I ordered him an extra-thick blanket, though, to keep those old bones as snug and warm as possible. It’s sunny here in Spokane today, but cold, and bound to get colder. A true Buckaroo, the old man of the barn wants to be out with the rest of the band, as much as possible. Boss Lady’s standing orders: What Buck wants, Buck gets.
I’ll blog tomorrow if I possibly can. Might have those weird little symbols in it, though, because I’ll be using my Mac. Dern this technological stuff–can’t live with it, can’t function in the real world without it.
Hold steady. It’s a windy trail, partly up hill. But we’re going to make it, because we’re pardners.