I actually miss the days when I had little or nothing to do. I can picture myself walking down the dirt path that ran along the railroad tracks in rural New Mexico with my dog exploring not too far in the distance, my goat a few feet ahead and my sheep- bless that sheep- LOL. He walked so close by my side that it was hard to keep going straight as he gave me gentle nudges.
The daisies grew high all around us, and the sun was bright, not a cloud in sight. Eventually, we'd hear a train coming our way. You could see almost forever and sounds carried miles and miles so there was plenty of warning. As the train passed the Amtrak's passengers would stare at us. I guess we were a unique site for them, assuming most were city people traveling without cars of their own from one city to another.
Those were the days with Andy. He usually was gone and with my car. I sometimes felt like I was his captive. But then there were days of peace when he was not around. I loved the wide open spaces and the sunshine in the summer. There was a freedom I felt, even if I wasn't really free.
We lost Connie those years in New Mexico. It was Connie Jean who walked along those railroad tracks with her animals.
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