Wednesday, November 13, 2019

I See a Whole 'Nother Barn in Hick's Future

Hick is approaching the point where he can't go out alone. I need to hire someone to be his personal shopper. Not do the shopping FOR him, but to accompany him on his shopping trips, and say, "NO!" Someone who will mean it. Who will put their foot down. Who will answer only to me. Oh, who am I kidding? Hick would soon have such an accompanyist turned into an accomplice.

Look what Hick bought on Tuesday, in the 45 minutes he was unattended when he dropped me off for my doctor appointment.


Let the record show that we do not have a horse.

According to Hick: "Bought saddle stand and blanket for $50 should all be worth $125"

Hick sent the picture to two of his auction buddies before he bought it. They agreed that it was a good price, and he should get at least $125 for the saddle/stand/blanket combo.

Funny thing is, while waiting to leave for the doctor, I put the TV on one of the cowboy channels, about a guy taking people on a trail ride. Hick commented that he hadn't ridden a horse in 30 years, and that one of the women on the show needed a bigger saddle. Who knew Hick knew anything about saddles?

I guess I'm at fault, for that channel, and because I asked Hick to drive me to my appointment. He never does that, but we had an ice storm the night before. Roads were treacherous. The temp was 11 degrees when we left home, and 14 when we got to the doctor 45 minutes later.

I told Hick that he should come in and wait. He could sit down in the main lobby. The gift shop opened at 10:00, so he could have snuck himself a snack, or had a soda while talking to the volunteer old lady who runs it. Hick said he would just wait in the car. I said he could go over to Walmart and get the butter that I forgot on my shopping trip the day before. For some reason, Hick did not seem interested.

"I think I might just run over to Goodwill. I'll be back in time."

He was. With a saddle loaded in T-Hoe's rear.

12 comments:

  1. Oh man, Hick, what were you thinking?

    Maybe you could fit a device that would shock him when he goes shopping?

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    1. Oh! I need Mr. Shocky, the shock collar we got to keep our little heeler/dachshund mix from chasing the neighbor's horses. The boys tried it out on each other after Thanksgiving dinner, so I know there's a setting that Hick will feel!

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  2. I know nothing about horses, but I would think a saddle (leather I presume) is worth at least $100.

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    1. Hick took it to his leather man for minor stitching. Hick has a man for everything! HE said that it has some chest strap that keeps the horse from throwing its head back, and that strap alone is worth $40.

      After more discussion with his horse man, Hick said he thinks he can get $150 for the whole set-up. And that if it had been a brand-name saddle, he could have gotten more.

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  3. A saddle but no butter? How are you going to spread that on your toast?
    It is a nice looking saddle. How does Hick know if the woman needs a bigger saddle? How do you tell?

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    1. Don't get me started!!! Hick wanted toast with the chili I made for supper. I know. He's the only person I've ever heard of wanting toast with chili.

      Anyhoo...I bought bread for the toast, but forgot we'd run out of butter. I had real butter in a half-stick, but Hick likes fake butter in a tub. After all that, he was TOO LAZY to get the toaster out of the pantry and plug it in. So he had toastless chili.

      We were watching that trail ride show, and Hick saw the woman from behind, with her horse walking up a hill. I suppose he thought her butt was too big, but here's the HILARIOUS PART: Hick said, "That guy needs a bigger saddle." To which I replied, "He's a woman."

      Heh, heh. Next scene showed the riders from the front, with her long blond hair evident. Hick had thought it was a western yoke pattern on the back of "that guy's" shirt.

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  4. look at the bigger picture. There is not only another barn in future, but possibly a few horses.

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    1. NOOO! I love horses, but even Barry the mini-pony didn't get the attention he deserved. I'm glad Hick gave him away with the last goat.

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    1. Heh, heh. I won't steal it. My lifelong slogan is "People Piss Me Off!"

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    1. I'm hoping the livestock days are over. Hick has been offering the hay bales left from the goats and mini-pony era to two of our horse-y neighbors.

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