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Click hereWalt and Dora moved us into what they call the big house after our second was born. Though he is still strong I can see Walt slowing a bit more each year. In time he'll be able to do less, we added another 174 acres to our ranch between child number two and three. We've agreed that's as big as we ever want to be. We have all we want to continue making a good living and keep two guys working full time.
There are evenings when our tribe of squealing energetic kids are in bed that we sit on the porch watching the sunset as we reminisce about our one-night stand. We now talk about it as though fate had plans we'd never imagined. My skin is beginning to look grizzled and weather worn like Walts, and yes, I wear a cowboy hat these days. In fact all our family does, even the kids.
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Though my hand is no longer swollen to the point that it looks like a baseball mitt, things are still very tender and sore. I have mobility with the cast on, but I'm limited, I have more stories I had written before injuring myself and they're ready for editing. Unfortunately I have the energy level of a sloth, so it'll be a few weeks before I publish anything new.
How it happened. I'm standing at the grocery store a few feet in from the end of a row when around the corner comes somebody in one of those frickin motorized carts, and as usual he's not looking where he's going. When the basket hit the back of my legs, my knees buckled and I fell backward. Of course my first instinct was to try and grab something to break the fall, when the outside of my wrist hit the edge of that metal shelf I knew I had more than a bruise.
So there I am, ass over tea kettle on the floor with cans falling on my body as the shithead backs up, says "oops, sorry man" and drives away. An older lady and a younger one were about 20 feet away watching the entire incident, the older told the younger to get help. Within a minute store personnel were there trying to comfort me, I just wanted to go home, they insisted I wait for an ambulance, glad I did. Now it's just a matter of time to heal, and I still don't have that can of sliced peaches in heavy syrup I originally stopped to get.
When I became a widower the young family next door basically adopted me, she stops in to check on me three or four times a day. She's a gem. She went out of her way when she noticed the laundry basket was full and washed my skivvies, she's like a daughter to me.
Well, onward and upward, see you in a few weeks. Thanks for understanding. R410a
- COMMENTS
Purplefizz14 days agoGood story, which I enjoyed btw, but as far as I could see the incident with the hooker he helped, the pregnant waitress and the booty call/affair with Ann did nothing really to move the story forward other than as a sexual diversion, but then my story soft spots always have been vocabulary and plotlines. Personally I’d have liked more story about his married life and learning to be a newly minted Rancher, Father and Son in Law - given that he’d had virtually no example as a child. Further story mileage could’ve been had with Lili and family visiting the ranch for the wedding, after all there’d have been a spare house where they could’ve stayed on the land he bought from the younger couple.
Good luck with the hand R410a, sorry to hear you were the victim of a moron’s hit & run inside a store, all the best, Ppfzz.
R410a4 months agoAuthorTo the last anon commenting about him becoming a widower. I was describing me, it had nothing to do with the story.
Anonymous4 months agoI don't get the ending. The story. Jumps strangely to him becoming an old widower. What happened to. Gloria and their family? It's as if the ending belongs to a completely different story.
