I am a glass on the shelf in my kitchen window kinda gal. I would take pictures of my glass bottle and do dad collection sitting on the window sill but it's kinda embarrassing because I am a hardly ever wash the window kinda gal too but that's a whole different story.
|I want to make one of these so bad. I just love glass|
I think that makes me an optimist. It also makes me a realist.
Yesterday afternoon, I was feeling kinda puny as well as a little done in by the emotions of the last week's donkey roping protest and getting ready for our solstice celebration. So I went in to take a rest (old lady code for a nap) while Shelley went to get the kids from program. When I awoke, I came in the kitchen to the lovely smell of cookies baking but there was an underlying odor also.
The bosque, thicket down by the Rio Grande river, just north of Corrales, about 12 miles from my house is on fire. The wind was carrying the smell of those 100's of year old cottonwoods burning towards our part of the city. I just can't bring myself to add a picture of the fire. It is so sad. I have shown you before how beautiful the bosque and the cottonwoods
And as if that wasn't enough to be concerned about on my facebook was a notification of a TV interview done with the promoter Jason Owen of Dos Gringos Promotions. In the interview he said that the donkeys are his property and basically he will do what he wants with them. If the "protesters" want to pay him for them, he'll sell them but he rescued them from a kill truck and he and his partner will do what they will with them.
I was shaking after watching the newscast. What a maroon as they say in the cartoons. I realize he has spent money to feed them and that he paid $5 to $10 a head for the 40 donkeys he has. But why would you want to keep something that was a drain on your income and have to feed them if you weren't planning on using them for that big income windfall that you expect from say.......oh I don't know .....DONKEY ROPING AND MUTILATION..... to the cheers of the paying non human beings crowds???????
Just when you think you've made one step forward in the education of folks, you find out that they lied, they lied, they lied. Yep, that just about covers it. This little boy who has to save face in the west texas culture of cowboy is backed into a corner and is probably about as hospitable as my ex husband (he also was cowboy, or at least fancied himself one, poor deluded male) or a rattler. It is wise to leave well enough alone, but I am neither wise nor gonna give up.
Now I must add in here that I have met and am friends with some of the nicest men and women who call themselves cowboy or cowgirl. I live in the southwest people. How could I not know folks who are. In my youth I spent summers working on a ranch. But these "cowpersons" would never behave this way. Their Mommas are proud of who they are, they take pride in how they behave and it's a pleasure knowing them.
I've been snake bit and guess what, you get over it or you die. See I am a realist and an optimist. I am real sure that this fat lady has not sung her last stanza of "oh no you didn't just lie to my face".
I also got an email this morning, warning that what we think is the truth as far as the cancellation of the "event" may not be the case either and the petition still needs signatures and my article needs more recommends and don't think we have won because it looks like these donkeys lose no matter what. Fight on my lovelies.