It could be the onset of spring but I'm definitely going through a strange phase at the moment. Still knitting and gardening of course but I'm also doing a lot of cowboy fantasising. I love cowboy films, I spent a lot of my childhood watching John Wayne etc and reenacting shoot out scenes with my brother and his friends. Growing up on a farm it was easy for us to create the wild west, an old hen hut for our shack, straw bales, cows to rustle of course, we rode round on our bikes wearing bandannas and stetsons. I remember once making myself with string a set of reins to steer my bike though that really only worked when riding in a straight line. I don't actually like horses and was very reluctant to ride my cousins pony even for the sake of reality.I also love those cowboy/country and western songs and have been listening almost none stop to Glen Campbell recently. I truly love his voice, Wichita Lineman, By the Time I get to Phoenix, this morning I was singing along with him over breakfast - such are the dreams of the everyday housewife. So it was no big surprise for me to find myself lusting after a pair of bright pink cowboy boots the other day. Sadly, Glen now 75 was diagnosed last year with Alzheimer's, there is a very beautiful video here if you have the time to look. “I don’t pay any attention to it,” he said. “It’s like when the devil comes knocking on your door. Don’t pay any attention to it.”
Enjoy your weekend and your fantasies, yeehaw.