Oh, I forgot to mention that during my last foray into “Crazy Town” I bought some real estate there.
Really, I did.Here’s a picture of it.
At the time I had a full-time job in Crazy Town. I was the personal assistant to the Mayor.
The exact same day I closed on my new house, I quit my job.
If that doesn’t make sense to you then …… you’ve never been to Crazy Town.
And you don’t know the mayor.
I’m not sure if I quit or got fired. In the past, I’ve always had the foresight and quick reflexes to see it coming. I would quit before getting fired. This one was a very close call. A photo finish, if you will. I’m not as young as I used to be.
So now, I have a home, a barn, and an arena in Crazy Town.
Which I have no intention of occupying myself. Except in case of an extreme emergency.
You Crazy Town girls get that.
In the mean time, I’m having fun fixing it up. It’s trying to tell me what it wants to be.
A home for unwed cowboys?
A safe-house for middle-aged-cowgirls stuck in Crazy Town?
An art studio?
A “country-fied playpen” for my girl friends and me on the weekends?
Maybe all of the above. Stay tuned.
Love, Cowgirl Red aka Terah
P.S. It’s a known fact that the exact location of that famous derailed whore-train back in 1886 is just one block north and two blocks east of my new house. ….. Really.