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Old Men; Old Blue Jeans;
Old Goats; and, Wives
By
Fred Rothleutner
I was setting in my old Armchair the other day thinking about getting older and dealing with the many discomforts that go along with it, especially if you have had injuries, of some sort or another that has now developed into Arthritis in all your joints, while also making you aware of some spots you didn't even know you had. I find it amazing how these aches and pains increase and decrease with the different temperatures and atmospheric change's, and also with many of the other climatic changes that occur daily in our world. I then began thinking about how, after breaking my back a few years ago, the doctors fixed me up by bolting a piece of titanium to my vertebrae, and, explained that I should no longer take chances on continuing working; to which I was subsequently put on the shelf.
My mind then switched up a bit and began thinking about an old pair of Blue Jeans that, My Wife, had been insisting, I quit wearing anymore, as they were worn thin, full of holes; that had, by the way, worn through several other attempts at, patching these, Old Jeans, so I could wear them just one more time. I then began thinking back to when, these Old Jeans, were new, and, how they would shrink up after laundering, so when I tried to put them on, they were always way to tight; the gap in the button, zipper, area, would lack 4 inches of reaching across to hook them up; I would almost need a pair of Golden Rod Fence Stretchers to get them fastened, then after finally getting them hooked; I had to deal with the discomforts of wearing them for the first five or so hours; after which, I, would then find, that I didn't have enough holes, in my belt, to keep them from slipping off my waste and exposing my posterior to the world; but then, after a few months as these jeans matured they became conformed to my body and just became more comfortable with each washing; that's also when the holes usually start to appear, they begin to lose their color, they get thin and dry rotted; but, they are finally comfortable to wear; Me and my jeans have become as one.
That's also, the exact time frame, when the discussions would begin with, My Wife, as to why I didn't just throw these old worn out, Blue Jeans, away, especially, seeing as how I already had several new pair hanging in the closet just waiting their turn. I would try my best, as these discussions came up, to explain to her that these, Old Blue Jeans, had just now, became comfortable to wear, and, that I really would like to get a little more use out of them, just for that reason, if for no other. I would then follow up, as I realized, over time, that I was beginning to lose these discussions, with; "I would throw them away next time". Finally they would just, somehow, miraculously, disappear, and, I would be forced to begin this cumbersome process all over again.
I then let my mind begin to reflect on an, Old Nanny Goat, out in the corral, that had, for many years, given us some really fantastic kids; many of her wether kids were 4H champions, and, quite a few of her doelings are represented in our herd and are following in their mothers footsteps, producing many good top quality kids for us; however, this, Old Nanny, is beginning to throw poorer quality kids, her milk production is down, she is throwing singles rather than twins, and sometimes, she fails to breed back at all, and, Like the, Old Blue Jeans, I have been consistent, in giving her, "One more chance"; however, now, being the good business man, that I am, and, realizing this, Old Doe, is no longer paying her way; I realize, I have got to take her to the sale barn along with several other goats that have also become less productive within our program. I think to myself, "Just like throwing those, Old Comfortable Blue Jeans, away, I now have to remove this, Old Doe, from our program.
My thoughts then drift back to, My Wife, and, to her having so adamantly insisted, I throw those, Old Blue Jeans, away, and with them just suddenly, disappearing, as they had; I then, even though it was my decision; let my mind drift back to the, Old Doe, and the decision to finally send her to the sale barn as a good business decision; my thoughts then drifted back to myself, to my aches and pains, to my age, to my health, to my injuries, and, to my having been put on the shelf a few years ago, by the doctors; I suddenly realize that, I too, had become worn out, Like the Old Blue Jeans, and non-productive, like the Old Goat; I glance over toward, My Wife, as she sets there in her chair, working on a, Patch Work Memories Quilt, and, to my amazement, she was calmly stitching in, a patch, that she had cut from those same, Old Blue Jeans, that, I thought, she had sent to the garbage and burned with the rest of the trash some months before. I commented on the patch, to which she assured me had in-fact been cut it from those, Good Old Comfortable Blue Jeans. As I reflected on this for quite some time, I again glanced her way, and, noticed that she had now, put the Quilt aside, and was, calmly working one of her favorite cross word Puzzles; I suddenly became very thankful, as a warm calming feeling came over my body, that, My Wife, was a bit of a hoarder, and, didn't throw me away, like, I thought she had, the, Old Blue Jeans, and, with her not necessarily being a real good business person, that I would, most likely, not be moved out of our program, just because I was no longer productive, like the, Old Goat, had been.
Five lazy Heart Boer Goat
Douglas, Wyoming We support our Military
Old Goats; and, Wives
By
Fred Rothleutner
I was setting in my old Armchair the other day thinking about getting older and dealing with the many discomforts that go along with it, especially if you have had injuries, of some sort or another that has now developed into Arthritis in all your joints, while also making you aware of some spots you didn't even know you had. I find it amazing how these aches and pains increase and decrease with the different temperatures and atmospheric change's, and also with many of the other climatic changes that occur daily in our world. I then began thinking about how, after breaking my back a few years ago, the doctors fixed me up by bolting a piece of titanium to my vertebrae, and, explained that I should no longer take chances on continuing working; to which I was subsequently put on the shelf.
My mind then switched up a bit and began thinking about an old pair of Blue Jeans that, My Wife, had been insisting, I quit wearing anymore, as they were worn thin, full of holes; that had, by the way, worn through several other attempts at, patching these, Old Jeans, so I could wear them just one more time. I then began thinking back to when, these Old Jeans, were new, and, how they would shrink up after laundering, so when I tried to put them on, they were always way to tight; the gap in the button, zipper, area, would lack 4 inches of reaching across to hook them up; I would almost need a pair of Golden Rod Fence Stretchers to get them fastened, then after finally getting them hooked; I had to deal with the discomforts of wearing them for the first five or so hours; after which, I, would then find, that I didn't have enough holes, in my belt, to keep them from slipping off my waste and exposing my posterior to the world; but then, after a few months as these jeans matured they became conformed to my body and just became more comfortable with each washing; that's also when the holes usually start to appear, they begin to lose their color, they get thin and dry rotted; but, they are finally comfortable to wear; Me and my jeans have become as one.
That's also, the exact time frame, when the discussions would begin with, My Wife, as to why I didn't just throw these old worn out, Blue Jeans, away, especially, seeing as how I already had several new pair hanging in the closet just waiting their turn. I would try my best, as these discussions came up, to explain to her that these, Old Blue Jeans, had just now, became comfortable to wear, and, that I really would like to get a little more use out of them, just for that reason, if for no other. I would then follow up, as I realized, over time, that I was beginning to lose these discussions, with; "I would throw them away next time". Finally they would just, somehow, miraculously, disappear, and, I would be forced to begin this cumbersome process all over again.
I then let my mind begin to reflect on an, Old Nanny Goat, out in the corral, that had, for many years, given us some really fantastic kids; many of her wether kids were 4H champions, and, quite a few of her doelings are represented in our herd and are following in their mothers footsteps, producing many good top quality kids for us; however, this, Old Nanny, is beginning to throw poorer quality kids, her milk production is down, she is throwing singles rather than twins, and sometimes, she fails to breed back at all, and, Like the, Old Blue Jeans, I have been consistent, in giving her, "One more chance"; however, now, being the good business man, that I am, and, realizing this, Old Doe, is no longer paying her way; I realize, I have got to take her to the sale barn along with several other goats that have also become less productive within our program. I think to myself, "Just like throwing those, Old Comfortable Blue Jeans, away, I now have to remove this, Old Doe, from our program.
My thoughts then drift back to, My Wife, and, to her having so adamantly insisted, I throw those, Old Blue Jeans, away, and with them just suddenly, disappearing, as they had; I then, even though it was my decision; let my mind drift back to the, Old Doe, and the decision to finally send her to the sale barn as a good business decision; my thoughts then drifted back to myself, to my aches and pains, to my age, to my health, to my injuries, and, to my having been put on the shelf a few years ago, by the doctors; I suddenly realize that, I too, had become worn out, Like the Old Blue Jeans, and non-productive, like the Old Goat; I glance over toward, My Wife, as she sets there in her chair, working on a, Patch Work Memories Quilt, and, to my amazement, she was calmly stitching in, a patch, that she had cut from those same, Old Blue Jeans, that, I thought, she had sent to the garbage and burned with the rest of the trash some months before. I commented on the patch, to which she assured me had in-fact been cut it from those, Good Old Comfortable Blue Jeans. As I reflected on this for quite some time, I again glanced her way, and, noticed that she had now, put the Quilt aside, and was, calmly working one of her favorite cross word Puzzles; I suddenly became very thankful, as a warm calming feeling came over my body, that, My Wife, was a bit of a hoarder, and, didn't throw me away, like, I thought she had, the, Old Blue Jeans, and, with her not necessarily being a real good business person, that I would, most likely, not be moved out of our program, just because I was no longer productive, like the, Old Goat, had been.
Five lazy Heart Boer Goat
Douglas, Wyoming We support our Military
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