So last week I started my Christmas gift guide by sharing my ideas for the cowgirls in my life.
Was there any doubt what I would be writing about this week?
That’s right, I have put a lot of thought into what I am getting those sometimes-clueless-but-well-intentioned cowboys who make my life interesting. You know, the guys who forget to show up on Friday night as promised and then stop by on their way home to shovel my driveway without asking. The ones who will tease me mercilessly about my cowboy music obsession and then stare down the stranger who makes even one crack about my latest CD purchase. The ones who don’t understand that I already own enough Carhart clothing.
Anyway, here are a few items for them.
For my antsy father who always has to have a project going and seems to have more power tools than the immortal Tim Taylor and Al Borland combined – A set of wave-shaped diamond sharpeners to help him achieve those finishing touches on his western furniture. He may not ever catch up to the professional furniture builders we have scattered throughout town, but he has a great eye and is happiest doing his Thomas Molesworth impression.
For “Da Nephew” who is almost old enough to drive but is telling everyone he would rather ride a horse – a Ford Mustang. Now, he’ll really be conflicted. And I will be the favorite aunt for the next 50 years or so. Now, who has a late-model ‘Stang they would be willing to trade for a complete set of Dan Miller recordings in mint condition? I know it sounds like I would get the worst of the deal, but it’s okay. I have a closet full.
For the guy trying to grow a beard and working the early shift at the coffee cabin who just moved to town to get away from the big city – the book Hiking Wyoming: 110 of The State’s Best Hiking Adventures. I might even need to join him for a hike or two.
For my brother-in-law who is famous in the family for his love of gadgets and a good steak – a Grillbot. Who wouldn’t enjoy watching an automatic grill cleaner do its thing?
For my next-door neighbor growing up and oldest friend – two tickets to see The Last Jedi. His wife is more of a fan of Hugh Grant movies than the art that is Star Wars, and she will appreciate my taking him to see the latest flick almost as much as he will.
For that blue-eyed surfer dude from California who was lost last summer and could not understand that there was not a freeway anywhere near town – a private tour of the area led by none other than me. In the time it takes you to get from one side of LA to the other, I can show you two scenic byways, the world’s first and best national park, wolves, bears, elk, a rodeo, the gun John Wayne used in True Grit, the hotel Buffalo Bill built and some of the best trout fishing in the world. Barbara Ann has got nothing on Corrie N.
Until next week, I am lovin’ life – and not watching the shopping channel – in Cody, Wyo.