My good friend, Debbie Macomber, gave me a terrific gift this year–a U.S. Marshal’s badge. (My dad was a town marshal–very different from the U.S. variety) I thought it was a very good replica, but I should have known better. When I emailed Deb to thank her for this thoughtful present, an acknowledgement of how much I love and miss my dad, she replied that it was authentic.
Daughter Wendy and her fiance, Jeremy, donated a goat in my name. I love gifts like that–I really DO have mostly everything, and it’s nice to know someone in need got something that will make their lives easier. Apparently, a goat produces a gallon of milk per day, and this family will be able to make cheese to sell at the market.
Niece/assistant Jenni presented me with another winner–a John Wayne coffee cup. It’s sitting here on my desk now. There’s a picture of Duke on the outside, and inside is my favorite quote from him. “Courage is being scared to death–but saddling up anyway.” Ain’t that the truth? Only a damn fool is never scared–it’s how you deal with the fear that matters.
I got another late start this morning–went to the casino last night, and I’m up a thousand dollars–so I’d better get off this blog, push up my sleeves, and get some work done. As my dad always said, “We’re burnin’ daylight!”