Mud

I really think the Q & A yesterday went quite well…

Please give me leave to touch on a few other comments…

Sara… the plight of the family farm/ranch being passed down to the next generation is insane. I’m not much for sharing politics on this blog, but Congress better address this *fast* as next year, estate tax reverts to 55%. In other words, chances are your kids probably don’t have half of the value of your land sitting around to pay off the stupid government’s taxes if you suddenly die. Their choice is to broker a loan or sell off part of the land to keep the rest. Tell me how this is fair… that you work all your life and the government gets half of it when you die. <big sigh>

Laura… I’m *so glad* I didn’t hurt your feelings by picking on your question! To answer your new comment… I wrote an entry about STUPID people here. That’s the main complaint… shutting gates! There are more… but perhaps I’ll save those for another time!

Alice… don’t worry… I’ll have another Q & A in the future!

Now…

Mud.

The old joke goes that Wyoming has four seasons… winter, mud, dust, and fire.

Guess which one we’re in?

This is my road.

When I was in town last week, the UPS man came into the same building I was… and told me he knew I was in there… he recognized the mud on my Durango.

Sometimes you think you’re well dressed for your trip to town… then look down and see either 1) Mud all over your nice shoes 2) a line of mud on the back of your calves from exiting said muddy Durango.

OK, I may be a touch grouchy… when I look at my laundry… or my floors in my house… or my car… but really… honestly… mud can be fun!

See, it’s too muddy to actually *work* in your yard, or go hiking… so take the time to drain those puddles! I was one of those kids thrilled to make boats from leaves and sail them down the gutter while I was growing up… Any kids ever *play* in gutters these days? Since my kids never had gutters… we’d come out on those first few 50 degree days and drain puddles!