Cutest ranch couple I ever saw
Tonight
is the annual Cowtown Ball, a charity event held for the benefit of the
American Cancer Society. Christian is co-chair, with Virginia Durham, and
Jordan is a member of the committee. Last year, when Christian was also
co-chair, they had to go to a virtual event because of Covid-19. This year, because
it’s at the Fort Worth Zoo, we thought rain was going to spoil the evening. It’s
been a tense couple of days around here.
Feeding giraffes was
part of the fun
But
the weather is lovely, the temperature mild, and I presume everyone is having a
good time. Christian said they had sold close to 500 tickets, which he
considered a good turnout. Jordan got a special hairdo this morning that would
fit under a cowboy hat, and she tried on her dress for me. Of course, I thought
it was smashing—her usual black brightened with black-and-turquoise cowgirl
boots and big turquoise earrings under a black hat. Last I heard she was
debating about wearing my squash blossom necklace, but the picture shows she
wore it.
Meanwhile, I wasn’t exactly playing Cinderella, but left on my own I ate a composed salad for supper. Sometimes there’s nothing better. I had defrosted some freezer leftovers with soup in mind, but what I thought was chicken broth turned out to be scallops in a wine sauce—in a cracked plastic container that leaked. What a mess! Jordan complained of the smell when she came out just before leaving, but I think now, with the doors open, it’s going away.
One of
those days when suddenly everything hits at once. This morning I gleefully
announced publication of The Most Land, the Best Cattle: The Waggoners of
Texas. My tag line for marketing came from Red Steagall’s blurb: "The
majesty and intrigue of a ranch is of course invested in the land and
livestock. But the true soul of a ranching property rests with the humans
involved, both staff and owners. Judy Alter has done a magnificent job of
explaining and describing the amazing family of the world-famous Waggoner
Ranch, all under one fence.” It’s more the story of the people than the cattle,
land, and oil.
But, unbeknownst
to me, the pub date had changed, and the book is not yet available. Supply chain
problems have affected publishing as they have many industries, and the book is
delayed three weeks. Paper supply, no doubt. So now I get to announce it all
over again. I did read today that some university offers a graduate degree in
managing the supply chain, and I thought it a great idea, if a bit late. But
who knew that in addition to astronomic deaths and unbelievable political
squabbles, the pandemic would delay goods. Jordan has stocked up on toilet
paper again, and my closet runneth over.
Late
this afternoon, I got my voter registration (glad to have it) and my mail-in
ballot, which is full of nothing but constitutional amendments, almost none of
which I understand except that several are labeled as tax increases. Since our
state governor is spending billions to build a wall and advance other items on
his warped agenda, like Operation Lone Star which imprisoned immigrants without
charges or counsel, I am not inclined to support bond program until his
right-wing, partisan spending stops. If he would fix the power grid, I might
have more sympathy. It would be interesting to see the state budget and see
what is allocated to maintaining power all winter. I have asked for ballot advice
from a friend whose husband was a state legislator and who keeps current on
such matters.
Then came
a questionnaire from the Medigap program TCU offers its retirees and a questionnaire
from my insurance company—all sparked by the Medicare enrollment period which opens
next week. Keeps a person busy, I’ll tell you.
Today
is National Black Dog Day (I love these oddball national days), so Sophie bids each
of you good night and sweet dreams.
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