I have never wanted time to move so quickly as I do right this minute. And here’s why.

December 2015 baby!!!!!!!!!!!!

The release of Star Wars 7, The Force Awakens.

How in the name of all that is holy am I going to wait that long?  (I just love using trite, hackneyed, Catholic phrases as I think they seriously get the point across.)

I was going to write about the mountain lion tracks we came across during our Christmas Tree expedition earlier today.  Or my husband’s schizophrenic answer to such.  (It went something like this:  “Those are at least 3 to 4 days old.  He’s long gone.  There’s nothing to worry about.”  And then, uttered with next breath, “You two need to get over next to me right now.”)

Yes, it baffled me too.  On the one hand, he was all reassuring and somewhat condescending at the same time (as in “don’t you know these tracks are several days’ old?  So there’s nothing to worry about”), yet in the very next sentence, I got the look (as in “why aren’t you listening to me???”) and then the exasperated “I told you to stay close.”

I opted for just shutting up and moving on down the hill, dragging the darling daughter behind me.  It is a rare day in Southtown when I opt to just shut my mouth.  (Yes, we’ve broken out the Christmas DVD’s and viewed “The Year Without a Santa Claus” today.  You know the one–with Heat Miser and Cold Miser–and little Vixen sweltering away in a cell down in Southtown.)  (Well, if you don’t know it, or remember it, I suggest checking it out.  One of the finer Christmas specials of yesteryear.)

Anyhoo.  I decided I wouldn’t point out the obvious to said dear husband regarding the conflicting messages he was sending and just be a good little wife with a shut mouth.  It hurt I will tell you.  A lot.  But I’m no mental midget and know when and how to pick my battles.  Arguing about his dichotomous statements seemed to pale in importance compared to being prepared for a wild felid to make her presence known.

I would have taken pictures, but the light was odd on the snow and the dogs had trampled a lot of the tracks.  The paw prints were obvious as was the tail drag with each step down the hill.

Oh, where was this you ask?  Up the draw, behind the house about a half a mile.  Reassuring, eh?  I mean that it wasn’t right out back.  Ha ha.

So now I’m all schizoid in my head, trying to decide what should take center stage.  Should it be the coming of Star Wars 7?  And how flippin’ cool is that anyway?  I mean really.  Really.  Star Wars.  Star flippin’ Wars.  The ultimate in best movies ever.  Or should I spend time cogitating on where that mountain lion might be now, how long ago really did it move across the land back there, is it going to be coming back, will it be hungry, is it a female or a male???

Star Wars…mountain lion…Star Wars…mountain lion.

Yeah.  No brainer.

May the Force be with you.  And with us all as we wait for an entire year.

About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). Now I just get pleasure out of swimming against the stream and ruffling a few feathers here in the wild west state of Wyoming!
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