Oh What A Beautiful Day

   I’ve got a beautiful feeling that everything is going my way. It’s Sunday, the day of my birth 90 years ago. My joyful and nostalgic day was Saturday. My son John told Zee and I to be at his lodge in our town of Parkfield at 12 noon. Never in my wildest imagination would I have dreamed up what was about to unfold. There was a sea of round picnic tables with comfortable chairs for my boney rear end and red and white Gingham table cloths. A single entertainer was singing western style music from the 1950’s and 60’s. The weather that day couldn’t have been more perfect and the picnic food was delicious. I thought I was in one of our coastal towns where most days the temperature is always in the 70’s. This time of the year in Parkfield it could have been 108 degrees instead the temperature was in the 80’s. 

   I’m back now to finish this letter of heartfelt and appreciated joy. I’ve been gone for two days as Zee and I were driving around what we call the north slope pasture, checking where we might put watering troughs, as we are going to drill a new water well so I can better distribute my cattle on that pasture and all the other menagerie of wildlife will have more places to get a drink of water. I will close now and again thank you all for giving me such a spectacular send off into the next decade of my life.

              See Ya, 

               Jack