Quips from Kay

 I have been sitting at my computer for about 30 or more minutes reading past blogs and have really enjoyed some of my own writing. However, while doing so, I discovered that I have repeated a lot of stories and also added the same pictures to several. Therefore, I have decided that I will not even try to write any more until something interesting happens to me or I remember something that I haven't written about before. Please accept my apologies for the repetition.  Until later, Kay

 Hello! For three days I have been trying to upload some pictures so that I could put them in this epistle but was unable to do it. Maybe I will be successful this time. My story today is about horses.   I told you about the horse I got on to ride into the barn whereupon I flew off when he stopped and I broke my arm. Well, there's more. When I was very young, maybe about eight or so, we visited some people who offered to let me ride one of their horses. I was excited about that but since my Daddy didn't trust horses he said he would lead this one around for me. I already had the reins in my hand so he reached over the horse's head to take hold of them and in doing so the reins touched the horse's ears. Well, that was a big mistake because the horse had ticks in his ears and they were evidently very sensitive. (We found that out later) The horse reared up on his hind legs and started pawing at Daddy. Daddy had a cigarette in his mouth and the horse's hoof got close e...

 Sorry I re-sent the pics of me with cattle. Didn't realize that I had already sent them. Oh well, didn't hurt anything

 It's been a while since I sat down to write. I think this Covid stuff has dulled my brain, that's my excuse. Anyway, I was reminiscing about my early life out in the country and it was then that I realized how many "varmints" I had encountered there.  I think I told you about the bat that got stuck in my hair on his way out of the garage, and I do remember writing about the mad dog that I had to shoot, but I'm not sure that I told you about the snakes, or the turtle, or the possum. Oh shoot! I think I did, but will tell some of that again. One occasion I remember is when my grandmother got in the back seat of our big old Mercury and found that she was sharing it with a rattlesnake coiled up on the floor. She moved faster than I had ever seen her, especially since her right leg was stiff and she couldn't bend it. Never did figure out how it got into the car. Anyway, rattlesnakes were a common sight around our place. One day my grandmother found one on the back...