Tipping my Hat to the Pioneers
(Yes, I reached my goal today! 1,053 words.)
I heart the pioneers. They were brave and tough.
Mostly, I’m just really glad that I wasn’t one. I really like cotton blend, pillow tops, and air conditioning. And a keyboard. And email. And electricity. ‘Nuff said about that.
I have a pioneer heritage. A great great grandmother that crossed the plains and fought the Indians, excuse me, Native American’s that attacked their wagon train. I don’t really feel like I missing out by living here and now. Except that my life probably won’t make for great stories like her’s, though, which is why I am a fiction writer.
Cowboy’s fourth great grandmother died at Winter Quarters. Her name was Lucy. They said she just couldn’t take the exposure to the elements. Oh, yeah, I wouldn’t have made it across the Mississippi.
I love to pull weeds though, because it makes me feel a little bit like a pioneer. Independent and working the land. And then I go into my air conditioning and drink a soda and listen to a little Pink on my Ipod. (Okay, I only like one Pink song and I don’t own an Ipod yet. But I am a fiction writer still.)
When I blog at night, it is so random . . .
I hope you all enjoy the 24th of July, whether you celebrate pioneers or have no idea what I am talking about. The 24th is so Utah.
I heart Utah, also.
I can’t believe you like to pull weeds. I needed you in my garden this morning as we tried to find the plants for the weeds.
You are on fire. Awesome. Sorry I didn’t get to see you today. I wasn’t feeling well. Not at all in the mood for a parade.
Keep up the word count, you’re smokin’.
Melinda you said it for all of us. I can’t think of a more sincere tribute to our forebearers. Some might think an appreciation for email and air conditioning is trite but I’m right there with ya.
Shari-weeds are so theraputic.
Kristi, Thanks for you support.
Michelle, you are awesome. I’m so glad that you get me. I’m serious about getting a gelato thing in Bountiful.