"Honey, the goat's in the dryer."
"Honey, the goat's in the dryer." No kiddin'! This is a true story. I called my wife today in Tennessee. Before hello, she said "honey, the goat's in the dryer." Confused?
Ya see, I live here at the ranch preparing it for guests while my wife and children still live in middle Tennessee, waitin' to move this way this summer. Don't ask me why but we have a pet goat (a baby, wearing a diaper) and it ends up in the strangest of places.
Anyway, Susan and the kids (Jeff, Georgia, Jack and Joe) will be here mid-summer. Meantime, we're almost up and running. Our first event is a digital photography seminar that kicks off next weekend. Busy is an understatement. How 'bout swamped.
Right now, I'm pretending to oversee about a million lil' things. It's funny how the big things look impressive, but until you figure out how people are gonna wash their face or go potty---you're pretty much tredding water.
Still... we're on pace. our 'big house', 'lil' house', and three three tents are ready. I bet you just said.. TENTS? Yes, tents. But these aren't your ordinary tents. The $64,000 question is how to drain the sinks and the showers from the tent. I'm talking the RITZ in wild west Texas. Our pavillion and our kitchen are ready (almost) and the part God's responsible for is beautiful.
Wait til' you see the gobs of turkeys, the coveys of quail or the flocks of ducks! Everytime I look up something else bounds out of the natural cover. I saw my first coyote the other day. INCREDIBLE! They sing every night.. but until I saw one I didn't appreciate their wild west mystique.
Susan and the kids will be here by mid-summer. I can't wait to show 'em the fire in the sky west Texas sunsets. I guess the goat's coming too.
Bill Robertson/Windmill Ranch Preserve
Ya see, I live here at the ranch preparing it for guests while my wife and children still live in middle Tennessee, waitin' to move this way this summer. Don't ask me why but we have a pet goat (a baby, wearing a diaper) and it ends up in the strangest of places.
Anyway, Susan and the kids (Jeff, Georgia, Jack and Joe) will be here mid-summer. Meantime, we're almost up and running. Our first event is a digital photography seminar that kicks off next weekend. Busy is an understatement. How 'bout swamped.
Right now, I'm pretending to oversee about a million lil' things. It's funny how the big things look impressive, but until you figure out how people are gonna wash their face or go potty---you're pretty much tredding water.
Still... we're on pace. our 'big house', 'lil' house', and three three tents are ready. I bet you just said.. TENTS? Yes, tents. But these aren't your ordinary tents. The $64,000 question is how to drain the sinks and the showers from the tent. I'm talking the RITZ in wild west Texas. Our pavillion and our kitchen are ready (almost) and the part God's responsible for is beautiful.
Wait til' you see the gobs of turkeys, the coveys of quail or the flocks of ducks! Everytime I look up something else bounds out of the natural cover. I saw my first coyote the other day. INCREDIBLE! They sing every night.. but until I saw one I didn't appreciate their wild west mystique.
Susan and the kids will be here by mid-summer. I can't wait to show 'em the fire in the sky west Texas sunsets. I guess the goat's coming too.
Bill Robertson/Windmill Ranch Preserve
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