Old boots etc.

 These boots are not made for walking. I found that out a number of years ago when I wore them to an all day and half the night affair at the Black Hills Stock Show.  Vanity can be a miserable companion. You have no idea the struggle the boot jack and I had getting them off at 2 in the morning. Justin shook his head and went to bed.

I still love 'em though. These Blucher boots were custom made in Fairfax, Oklahoma a number of years ago. When my first pair was wearing out, Justin suggested I order another pair. You could pick the design and color from a little catalog,and the Bohemian in me became carried away with color. Even the boot maker was dubious and double checked to make sure I wanted blue and orange.  I should have told the fine folks in Fairfax that these colorful characters  won a contest for prettiest boots on the Family Wagon Train. It probably helped that the wagon master was also Bohemian.

They're all polished up now and still look good. And though I've worn them quite a bit, they're not my first choice when we're working cattle. I save that honor for this pair: 

 

The green tops with the yellow butterfly was my first pair, and  Justin ordered them from Olathe, Kansas about 49 years ago. They carry me through dust and manure and lots of miles in the saddle. They're a comfortable old pair but lately they've been grumbling about retiring. And, they also tell me a little cleaning and polishing wouldn't hurt either. The sad fact of the matter is that after I'm done riding, my bones and body feel the same way these boots look. And, as one of the characters say in Goodbye, Belvidere, 'that ain't purty.'

Aw well, most likely the boots and I both have some saddle time left. Not only that, but I have the second book in the Goodbye, Belvidere series to write, and it's sure to include both boots and Bohemians.  Of course there's also grandkids to hug, and great grands to hold,  friends to have coffee with----new music to play-----maybe I should retire the butterfly boots and start wearing the horseshoe/heart ones more----after all, with all the help in the corral from kids and grandkids,  I could just stand on the sideline and yell encouragements. Oh, even better, I could sit on the four wheeler and yell. With a cup of coffee in one hand----

Have a good and Godly day!


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