Oh yeah .... nice cool morning sitting on the patio throwing the ball for Cooper while I sip my coffee. I'm not sure how long my private stash of the phony stuff will last (they don't make it any more), so I'm appreciating it all I can now. Cooper is better ... I think it was that dark meat chicken. Just like me, things that never bothered him before have become a pain in the patuski in our old age.
I did my downward dog where-is-the-ball morning exercises before turning on the TV. It's National Junior High Rodeo Finals, meaning kids from age 13-15 riding bulls, although most were steers. How could I miss that? I admit, I laughed a lot. Not at the kids mind you, but at the cattle they used.
Bareback riding is done on a steer that kind of bucks while it's running across the arena. Saddle bronc riding is done with the saddle cinched on tight, or at least it's supposed to be. Saddles aren't built for cattle and several just rolled over underneath the steer with the kids hanging on for dear life. This steer was a cutie and barely bucked until the kid fell off, then it went after him like a bull. He was a cranky bugger.
On the ranch you learned real quick which cows and which bulls were of the cranky-chase-you kind. You haven't lived until a bull has crashed into you and your horse. After that, I gave them a wide berth and just sent in the dogs to get them moving. Our cattle dogs Champ and Blue were worth their weight in gold.
Forty six, going on forty seven years later, he's still kicking and screaming DISCO!!! It truly amazes me he's still alive, although they do live to be in the 70-year range.
I'm taking your advice and turning the AC on early this morning, getting it really cool, then I'll see how long it runs to keep it there. Any way you look at it, a week of 103+ days will be a boon for PG&E.