All week this week.
Usually, local libraries get in on the action, but they’re all closed this year. But that shouldn’t stop you from looking it up online and getting a little taste. Their web site, cowboypoetry.com, has lots of info, and their Facebook page has lots going on, especially this week. Or visit their blog for all that’s going on most recently.
This year’s poster image is a painting by Teal Blake, called “Ranch Water”:
I’ve made some wonderful connections with a few really nice folks this way, and I even met a wonderful award-winning cowgirl poet/quilter — Yvonne Hollenbeck! Go check her out.
Meanwhile, here on our ranch, My Cowboy has been having good days and bad days. We just take them as they come, and hang in there. I’m sure it’s harder on him than me, but I’m a worrier, so my nerves take a hit on the bad days. He did manage to get his horse saddled and go for a short ride yesterday, but that usually makes the next day a bit more difficult. As long as he keeps his sense of humor, I know he’s pretty much all right, tho.
Yesterday morning, he had his first Telehealth video doctor’s appointment for a routine checkup. We spent some time Monday getting my iPad all set up for him to do this.
Before the appointment, he had to weigh himself and check his blood pressure. I thought he’d never get done checking his blood pressure until he had a number he was happy reporting in with! I kept telling him, “You have to sit still and not talk while you’re checking it! And hold your arm in the right position.”
And he was really happy that he had lost 8 pounds since his last check, meaning either my cooking is worse than I thought, or that he’s not retaining as much fluid around his heart and lungs. Hopefully, he’s losing the fluid!
We decided that the best place for him to sit for this Telehealth event would be at the desk in my office, so he climbed the stairs ahead of time. Bad decision.
As I looked at him, huffing and puffing after that effort, looking highly uncomfortable in my office chair, I realized that he’d have to be sitting there for nearly an hour, because you have to log on ahead of time, and then also sit through the appointment itself. So I asked him: “Are you gonna be able to sit in that chair for an hour?” He quickly retorted: “I can’t sit in ANY chair for an hour!” (His spinal degenerative arthritis makes sitting or lying or standing in any one position or place for very long impossible.) So we had to change plans.
I said, “Well, you have to log on 30 minutes ahead of time, so you need to pick a spot for the next 30 minutes.” His answer . . .
“The only chair I’m gonna need in the next 30 minutes is the round white one with the hole in it in the bathroom. I et oatmeal fer breakfast!”
While I still haven’t stopped laughing from that, we did decide that he could sit on the edge of the bed for a few minutes while waiting, and then when the appointment started, he could prop himself up in bed on pillows for the duration of that. So that worked. It was pretty handy to have his appointment that way, and it sure beat doing all that driving to get into the city and back for an in-person appointment!
So I guess we’ll just keep plugging along for now, hoping for more good days than bad. It’s a good thing he’s Cowboy Tough.
I’ll leave you with this photo of My Cowboy in his much younger days, doing things he probably shouldn’t have been doing even back then!
Can’t see him? Here’s a hint:
Do you see how high in the air that horse is??? If he was still doing things like this, my nerves would be totally gone.
After suffering his first heart attack at age 18, he always says: “If I’da known I was gonna live this long, I might have taken better care of myself!” But no, he wouldn’t have. He’s a Cowboy — it’s a rough life! And then they’re harder on themselves than they even have to be.
Here’s a photo I took of him a few years ago, doing what he loves best, movin’ cows around:
And if you’re in the mood for a good laugh, you can go check out all of My Cowboy’s sage advice and Cowboy Wisdom HERE. Don’t snort yer coffee out yer nose!