I grimaced, shifted my left hip and grabbed a bottle of pain pills. Swallowed two. Chased them down with coffee. Then, I opened my computer and grinned when I saw Becca’s email. Becca being Buster, our ranch foreman’s mother. I clicked it open.
why are physical therapists so darn cute ??? ha ha the ones I have had or seen helping my aging mother were adorable… ha ha I’ve thought about you a lot lately, but been on a big mission… trying to find a vintage fixer upper trailer camper for SISTERS ON THE FLY events… I am hoping that you are recouping okay… I sure hated when Buster told me what happened… I said… OH SHIT… THAT ISN’T GOOD… but I know you had a great surgeon and he will see that you are back to 100% it will just take time so DON’T RUSH IT… cause it takes a long time to get back to norm from something THAT painful and as bad as it was… that is why I quit riding and started water skiing and then on a slalom one day hit the water speeding cross the lake and hit the water hard on my head… wish it had been my ass… it almost whiplashed my neck… not sure it didn’t… but anyway… I said… two skis from now on and then the lake went dry… so anyway… can play golf till I die (so I think) it might not be pretty… but I would rather be outside than inside doing ANY KIND OF HOUSE WORK… what a mess I have to contend with right now and here I am sitting on the screened porch at my OUTSIDE DESK… 😉 … Now you milk the shit outta this COW… and get ALL THE PAMPERING you deserve… take care and I enjoy your blogs and stories and photos… you take care and heal on up!!!
I threw back my head and laughed. God Love Her. Becca was the best, and our family had benefited from her greatness!
I hit reply.
That is the greatest ‘get well soon’ email I’ve ever received – maybe the best ever written. Thank you.
I’d be remiss if I didn’t also thank you for being such a great mother and grandmother. Buster is fabulous. (www.FlunkingFamily.com) I am, of course, a fan of your darling grandson, Gatlin. (www.FlunkingFamily.com). But, my heart belongs to Ranger. He’s my favorite. (I will have to write a story about him.) I know you have a bunch more kids and grandkids. All of them good and colorful!
Your family makes Texas proud.
Your email has made my day.
I reread my email. It didn’t have any of the favor or flare of Becca’s. And yet, between the two of us, I was supposed to be the writer. I sighed and pushed send.