{"id":3602,"date":"2014-05-12T13:49:16","date_gmt":"2014-05-12T18:49:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/backattheranchwithpaula.com\/coffee\/?p=3602"},"modified":"2014-05-12T13:49:16","modified_gmt":"2014-05-12T18:49:16","slug":"if-ya-dont-say-its-a-fine-mornin-ill-shoot-cha-the-sheriff-of-mission-farms-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.backattheranchwithpaula.com\/coffee\/2014\/05\/if-ya-dont-say-its-a-fine-mornin-ill-shoot-cha-the-sheriff-of-mission-farms-2\/","title":{"rendered":"“\u2026if ya don’t say it’s a Fine Mornin’, I’ll shoot-cha!” The Sheriff of Mission Farms."},"content":{"rendered":"

Sun’s comin’ up over the waterin’ hole\u2026<\/p>\n

concrete’s a-mixin’\u2026.<\/p>\n

Rye’s pies a-bakin’<\/p>\n

Concrete’s a-churnin’\u2026.<\/p>\n

An’ I’ve a yearnin’ to share my story\u2026.<\/p>\n

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I never needed resum\u00e9 or an interview, I just knew it was mine.<\/p>\n

I actually knew that this general area was my calling where I lived before, except I had a different badge.<\/p>\n

Here’s a picture of that perch. I think Rose really felt she had to patrol most of the time, but I still put out my shingle. I’ll put her picture first, as she’s always telling me I’m stealing her show and probably correct.<\/p>\n

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Can you see how I wore it?<\/p>\n

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Here, I’ll zoom in\u2026.<\/p>\n

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Who wudda’ thunk after never working my way out of the Prairie Village kiddie pool complex, that I’d end up by this Village?<\/p>\n

Right here by the pool and grills… 2nd floor just right to somewhat ‘see and only kinda’ be seen’, close enough to leap if I saw the need? Chuck Beatty my old boss would be proud.<\/em><\/p>\n

I mean, I barely<\/em> passed the written Red Cross Test at PV Pool and quite certainly<\/em> failed the near-drowning carry. Yes, my diving pool rescue drew blood upon the back of my victim as I hoisted (scraped-drug<\/em>) him across the pool gutter to the safety of pavement<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

Yet here I was again, at a different Village Pool, now in a very<\/strong><\/em> HIGH chair, my sign in place<\/strong>. Like the kiddie pool<\/em>, it needed a Small Woman around to Keep Order.<\/p>\n

Actually, to be honest with you,<\/em>\u00a0the Prairie Village Kiddie Pool really could have used some guy guards…<\/p>\n

David and Mike tired of that hike down from the basket room when Dirty Old Flasher<\/strong> showed up in his loose ones, ‘goin’ Cowboy’<\/em> as my sister from Rochester, New York sez’. We never used that term on the ranch.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

And, I’m thinking it might have been mutual enjoymen<\/strong>t for the young mothers to have them around. Or at least, they might not get a dirty look when doing the job<\/em>.<\/p>\n

I averted many a resusci-baby<\/strong>, [carefully watching & waiting so as not to overstep my bounds or cause embarrassment<\/em>], but was always ready<\/strong> for the occasional<\/p>\n

‘swoop underwater uplift rescue <\/strong><\/span>with a cheery “up-seeee<\/em><\/span>!”‘<\/span><\/p>\n

inadvertently interrupting an intense ‘moms’ conversation. We’ve all been there, it’s in no way a criticism<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n