I'm taking my art girls to The City today to visit the Cowboy Hall of Fame and Western Heritage Museum. It has been about ten years since I visited the museum. At that time, we were with friends who were not so interested in art as they were lunch. I am looking forward to seeing the art work and taking my time looking through it. I am also looking forward to sharing it with my students - seeing things through their eyes. In the past we have made some museum trips that were great fun. I don't do herd travel very well, so I only invited my Thursday young ladies. I did tell the Older Ladies they could join us, but they were on their own. I should have photos and stories when I return.
Speaking of stories, the horses got out again yesterday. My neighbor, Jill, whom I rarely see, had caught the old gelding out in the road by the time I got there. She had a lead rope around his neck and a coffee can full of feed that he was trying to get his big nose into. I was standing there in the road talking to her with the horse pushing us around (unacceptable in my book). I started to pull the lead rope off of the horse so that I could return it to Jill, but I was distracted by conversation and goofy horse. The lead rope came over the top of the horses neck and whacked me on the forehead just over my right eye. Man, it hurt, but I hated to show how much or how stupid I was for doing it in the first place. I was trying to act like it was nothing. Toby came up about that time and took the horse while I continued to visit with Jill. I reached up and touched my head (to see if I was bleeding). I had this giant goose egg rising over my eye. I tried to cover it with my hair and put my hand over it like I was shading my eyes - anything rather than have her see the big bump on my head. I doubt she ever saw it, but I was thinking about dropping to my knees with pain. Finally, I got away from the conversation. I had to help Toby with the horse and the fence before I could show him my head. He was appropriately horrified when he saw the knot over my eye. He sent me back to the house to put ice on it. He did tease me later about trying to hide the lump. It was funny, but I just can't believe I did something so stupid.
6 comments:
re; lead rope and your head... Ow! Both physically and psychically!
Have fun in OKC. I never did make it to the CBHOF in the two years I lived there. Shame on me.
ouch!!!
I hate it when I do stuff like that, especially when it leaves a mark.
The knot looked much better today than it did last night.
Ouch is right! I love the murals and the painting of John Wayne by Norman Rockwell. And, all the other cowboy stuff. Great place. We ate at the famous steak place, Cattleman's Steakhouse. Must have been 10 years ago. Have fun...
I probably should have mentioned for people who are not horse smart that a lead rope has a heavy metal clip on one end - the end that hit me in the head.
Jo, Cattleman's is my husband's favorite place to eat in the City - great steaks and interesting atmosphere.
Buck, you should try to make it to the CBHoF - it is worth it.
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