True story
Of the few neighbors I have out here in the country, Lula Walker (real Person), is probably my favorite. Not because Lula is a female and just happens to be single like myself, but Lula is one of the few that I can count on day or night if I should need help with something out here on Longhorn ranch. Farming is not a easy life, and certainly not for a woman. The thing I admire most about Lula is for the 15 years I have known her, she refuses to be influenced or controlled by modern technology, (taking the easy way out so to speak).
Me, Im taking the easiest way out and around any and all situations. Here are a couple of examples.
Laundry- Me Maytag washer and dryer. Lula- scrub-board and lye soap.
Preparing the garden soil for planting season- me, John deer tractor with stainless steel tilling blades- Lula- Rusty old hand-made tills pulled behind two mules, Nail, and Butcher(real animals).
The examples are endless, but you get the picture, Lula is content with the simple life. Go over to Lula's farm anytime of day, and chances are pretty dang good you will find her hard at work somwehere around the farm in her old Smitty's overalls, and a pair of old worn out leather work boots. Come to think of it, in the 15 years Iv'e known Lula, I don't rightly recall seeing her in anything else but her old work clothes.
But all that changed last weekend. Saturday, when I rode the 4-wheeler over to see how Lula was managing in all the bad winter weather, a bowl of homeade stew and hot apple cider with a spritz of "Jack", and conversation quickly turned to the big Saturday night "Titus County Jamboree" honoring old man Lucas Fartenberry(real person). Since neither Lula nor I had nothing better to do, we decided to make it a date. I was to pick Lula up at 7:00 pm sharp.
With my jeans starched stiff as a board and my new wrangler western shirt, cowhide boots and a Stetson staw hat in perfect sync, I splashed on a dash of Old Spice, and off to courting I go. After bringing Old Blue(ford pickup) to a stop in front of Lula's, I take one last look in the rear view mirrow, and began honking the horn to signal my arrival. After the 7th or 8th honk Lula finally makes her way outside.
As Lula makes her way down the rickity old wooden steps, I see a sight that shocks me to the very core, like a lightning bolt strike directly to to obdula oblongata of my brain. Lo and behold, Lula is wearing a DRESS, not only that, but it came all the way up to the top of her knees exposing a pair of "Bluestockings". Aware and slightly amused at my reaction, with a slight grin on her face Lula proudly boast, What do you think of my dress and "Bluestockings"? and the only answer I could muster was, I think I just decremented in my pants..... and then it rained.
Love in Christ
Longhorn