Country girl, likes her horses, cowgirl boots, etc.
She was walking the property with her .17 HMR and taking care of ground-hogs, when she slipped /stepped into a BIG hole, made by a groundhog. WE feel pretty sure one of the groundhogs she felled was using that hole.
ER folks said she sprained her ankle really, really bad.
She: "it hurts like he...umm heck!
It is her left ankle and since she drives a stick shift, she "feels the pain" using the clutch...
I. Can. Relate. BTDT.
So since she wanted to go to TSC (Tractor Supply Company) I said I would tag along.
I drove her car as she was so ticked off at herself and really did not feel like driving, with a bum ankle.
While there getting what she needed, I also snagged one of the best looking and well made cattle canes.
I get this look.
Then I got another "look" from her.
"I can do this" she says.
Back to her place I do some measuring and fitting, and then head out to the barn to cut this cane to fit her.
She watches and takes this all in...
Oh heck yeah! This gal accepted she is "down" but is so hard-headed she will not be one to "go down".
Cattle cane, cowgirl hat, boots, jeans...
And...while not legal for her to CCW, she is heck on wheels with her pet Model 36.
(It seems grandpa lost this gun, along with other guns and other stuff).
We stopped by a CVS pharmacy for cane tips, on the way home...
Which also somehow meant we HAD to stop for pair of tennis shoes.
While she wanted the neon pink, they did have her size, so instead she has these neon green ones.
There is no way in Hades one cannot find these shoes.
I did not need to be informed, she had a need for "something more comfy" than cowgirl boots, as per ER docs, still...need I explain how even a simple country gal, can rationalize new "footwear"?
I did not think so...
I shared how to use the cane to help her get around and then shared what little I know about using a cane for defensive purposes.
All I am going to say, I am glad I was NOT that bail of straw...
Aside: How do you get a 20 y/o gal to bust out laughing, and actually fall back onto a pallet of feed?
Simple, just have someone inform you, YOU have a beautiful granddaughter.
I must of had that look when told, and even a better "look" when 20 y/o informed the nice lady in TSC, "Oh he is not my grandpa, more like an adopted uncle to me...he is actually older than my real grandpa".
*sigh*
You know it sucks when a 20 y/o country gal, does you like this. Also she shoots the Mod 36 better than I can, and pretty sure she could kick my butt with her new cane.
Oh well...age has its perks, as Mentors used to say.
