Cameron found RFDTV on the cable guide – seems there was a show about cowboys and California or cows and California. He was in there watching it in the living room and after awhile he had somehow finessed me into tuning it in as well. The show about California was over and actually I watched two guys talk about bull riders they had known. For some unknown reason – perhaps the RFD in the call letters – I just left it on as I went back and forth to other rooms. Came in for some older cowboy with a really long mustache cooking tempura pork loins. And he cooked something on the “grizzly spit” and potatoes on the “grizzly rotisserie. I watched rodeo bareback riding, calf roping, teaching a horse to back up, instructing guys on how to sit on a jumping horse, and listened to a cowboy minister who talked and then sang with the Sons of the Pioneers.

Now they have gone to Georgia farming and I think I am out of here. Nothing against Georgia, but I’m just tired and not up to learning about compass and pacing in forestry.

I need to nibble . . .