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Saturday, September 10, 2011

lot of sales

The Traveling Salesman, A Story by Roy Durham;

The other day a while back I was left at the ranch all by myself,  Mouse was up in the high country rounding up strays , and the Misses had went to town to go to the beauty parlor  to get her hair fixed. It did not look broke to me but I will be when she gets back and she was going to get it fixed anyway. It was early and the sun had not top the mountains yet. She drove off in the old ford ranch wagon. She gave me a list of thing she expected me to get done around the place while she was in town. That darn list would reach form here to Denver.  Well as soon as she was out of site I settled in on the front porch with a cup of coffee and a touch of whiskey in it. The dog was lying at my feet and I set back in the rocker lit me a smoke and began to contemplate the list, a fellar need to plan out these things you know.

Thing were going well when the dog raise up on his front legs and let out with a low growl, the prelude to a loud vocal display  that warns of something or someone was coming up the road.  I look up and saw a big van coming down the drive. It came to a stop and this fellar got out, he was all duded up real nice, don’t know if he was going to a marring or barring though.  He was out that van and up on the porch before I could get out of the rocker. He hand me a card with all kinds of writing on it. He said “I’m Hennery, but you can call me Hank. He was here representing the Acme ranch supplies.” Now; that darn fellar tongue was wagging faster than the dog’s tail when he is begging for a piece of my bacon at the breakfast table. Before I could say howdy he was opening a case and said it was my lucky day his company had authorize him to give me my choice of the brush’s he had in his case.

He had all kinds of brushes, bottle brushes, scrub brushes, floor brushes, brushes for your hair and the dog, he even had tooth brushes.  I told I really did not need a brush, but I could probably use a new bumble bee to groom my horse.  He fumbles for a bit and came up with one. He said “it is yours to keep just for some of my time”.  Now; that brush was a little different than the ones I get down at the feed store. And Calliope was standing tied up at the end of the porch and I had not curried her yet, so I ask him to show me how this new fangled brush worked. He jumped right to it and in no time at all he had her looking like a show horse.  I told him that was great but I had cattle to feed and cows to milk.

He said “that he had a brand new milking machine that was portable and he would be happy to show me how it worked.”  So we moseyed off to the barn, he started in to milking the cows. He showed me that there was this here button that you push and it separated out the cream and churned the butter.  I told that this was all well and good, but I had work to get done.  I have cattle to feed, and I have to weed the garden.  He said “let me show you this new power hoe it will weed your garden in no time at all he was weeding the garden.” he said “how do you like that?”  I said that all well and good, but I have cattle to feed and I have to fix the gate. Well; wouldn’t you know he had a fix for the gate.
Now; the day is getting on and I have the cattle to feed.  He said “your barn could use a coat of paint.” I don’t know why it never had any paint before, but he said he would paint it for free if I would let him put an Acme sign on it.”  Well, this sounded like a good idea. I ask how long it would take and he said that he would have a crew here in fifteen minutes and they would be about an hour or so. Well I said ok and he got on one of them there cell phone and sure enough there was a crew cleaning and painting all over the barn.

 I told him that this was great thing he was dong for me, but I had cattle to feed and I had to clean the house.  What do you know he popped out of that van with an acme little giant vacuum cleaner with a hundred gadgets to help you clean and he started in cleaning the whole house.  Now I thank him and told I still had a lot of work to do and I had cattle to feed and gather the eggs.  He said let me show you Acme’s new egg basket with a candle lamp, so he gather up the eggs and feed the chickens.  I said the great but I have the cattle to feed. He said he had a Jim dandy cattle feeder. He pulled it out of that van and he gave a yank on the starter rope then headed over to the hay stack. That darn thing picks up four bales of hay and then he headed over to the feed pen and that thing started to pitch out biscuits of hay. You know them cows will want gravy on them now. 

 It was a little passed two and I had not did a lick of the work I was supposed to do and standing around watching this fellar show me all these new fangled things was not getting my chores done. So I told Hank I had to be going up to the high country to help Mouse bring down the strays. So he would have to be going so I could get to work.  I felt bad that he had did all the work I was to do so I bought one of those 99 cent three packs of fly wick traps to hang on the porch. I saddle up Calliope and we headed for the fishing hole up in the high country, and I guess Hank went over to bob’s place.

Mouse and I got back to the house just as ma was getting back from town. She had a lot to say about the state of thing and she had to scold me for not bring in the wash and that thirty foot high sign “ Supplied by ACME Ranch supply” on the barn roof.

Thank you and god bless

Friday, September 9, 2011

lot Friday

No words just a moment to remember. 

Thank you and God Bless.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Lot of special guest

I would like to welcome a long time follower and friend Sulekha Rawat. She has written a wonderful poem I would like to share with you. here lucks

My poem

You came along

I had lost the will to live,
Until you came along.
Riding on a white horse.
My knight in shining Armor.

You stirred my dormant feelings,
aroused me from,
the slumber of desolation.
Opened my eyes,
to the wonderful world,
and made me,
see the beauty of life.

I had packed my bags,
and was ready to go,
You stopped me from leaving.
You stood in my way.
You wouldn’t let me leave.
You wouldn’t let me go.

I opened my eyes,
and looked at you.
My heart abandoned me,
and rushed towards you.

Before I change my mind,
I need to know, is it pity?
Sympathy? Charity?
Why don’t you want me to go?
I don’t need any of those things.
What I want is your soul.
Is it asking for too much?

If you can promise me this,
I will stay back happily, if not,
don’t worry, I won’t go away.
Will be here, thinking of you,
Wishing you were here.
Will go through,
the motions of living,
Until my dying day.

Lucks aka Sulekha

You read more of Sulekhs’s poems and stories at her web site

Thank you and God bless all

Monday, September 5, 2011

lot of guest

I am honored to have a Guest here at the ranch all the way from New York. You may have read some of his stories.  He is a born story teller and he “Newly published author hard at work on an agent asked for novel.”  So with any further gab from me here is Stuart.Nager

“Roses are Red, Violets are blue…”
Rebecca grabbed the front of Tommy’s shirt, pulled him in, and kissed him hard.  The paper he was reading from fell to the ground.
               The flowers he had picked from Mrs. Burr’s garden, which had been clenched in his quivering hands, were getting squashed between them. Tommy’s eyes flew open, bug eyed big at the rush of the kiss, then he settled down, letting his eyelids droop closed.
               Rebecca broke contact and took two steps back. His face was red. Hers too, and breathless, she smiled. Tommy returned the smile, gave his best looking-down-aww-shucks stance, and then finally looked in her eyes.
               “Becca…um…uh…ummm…I…Becca, would you be m….”
               “YES!” she screamed and jumped on him, planting another kiss. Then another. She smoothed her hair down, put her arms around Tommy’s neck, and rested her head on his shoulder.
               Tommy put his arms around her waist and hugged.
               “Am I ever gonna get a chance to finish a sentence?” he asked.
               Rebecca sighed.
               “We’ll see.”
I am sure the is more to this tale but you will just have to mossy over to 

thank you and god bless

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