It's been over two years that the Pink Cowboy has not being in his homestead ranch. I miss it terribly. I'm coming back home after experiencing an amazing array of adventures. I am now singing with the Turtle Creek Chorale (full of cute cowboys) and at a full-time job that I do not really enjoy but pays the bills. I found the ranch a little bit abandoned so I'm going to clean this mess and plant some Texan blue bonnets and sip some Irish coffee while I make plans.
This summer has been a bit sad, a close friend passed away from pneumonia back in July. So I feel a bit existential and still in total shock. Time precious time. I'm 50 years old now. A rather strange age for me. I feel old and young at the same time. I've seen so many people come and go in and out of my life it really makes me blue and angry. So I am a hurricane of emotions. One thing, I've learned to be at peace with myself and my world. I love more intensely now that I ever did. Now I know love, true love, is sneaky, quiet, indestructible. My heart melts when I recognize how much people are able to give for others to survive.
Pretzel is doing just fine. He turned 6 last April. He my little baby. A little dog in my life and I'm changed forever. Animals teach us compassion. They don't judge. They just are. Pretzel is a daily remainder that there is hope in every living thing on this old Earth.