It’s sure going to be a quiet weekend around here, at least at first.

Cowboy and son are up in Chico at the rodeo. I would have liked to go, but with the minimal time off I have (I’m saving for a class for my business) and the other obligations I have this weekend, I just couldn’t.

I talked to him a couple of minutes ago, and the rodeo is about to start. They’re going to do really well—but then, I always have faith in him. Tomorrow morning, they’ll haul across the state to hit the Potter Valley rodeo on Sunday. There’s a roping there Saturday too, so they’ll be busy.

I get the kids on Sunday this week, so I have all day tomorrow to get some stuff done that’s creeping up my list. I’ve absolutely got to work on my water class homework some more, and the dogs are stinking up the place and need to be washed. I’d wait until I have the kids around to do that, since they think it’s fun, but the wash-N-wag will be closed for the holiday.

Add to that the usual weekend chores, and I won’t be as bored as I might have thought, feeling sorry for myself with no Cowboy or little people around. The lawn needs mowing, and the back yard needs to be whacked. I can get two more days in at the gym before I have the kids, and maybe I can also get some heavy duty cleaning done. I so rarely have time to myself at my own house that things get a little behind.

But I’d still rather be rodeoing. Who wouldn’t?