The Rodeo and a Praise Report!

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Monday morning breaks, bathed in sunlight and filled with promise. A new week unfolds, abundant with potential and opportunities waiting to be embraced. 

This morning, I enjoyed my coffee on the front patio, where I observed two doves perched on the feeder. The experience was complemented by the gentle sounds of the morning, creating a peaceful atmosphere. 

Good news: the $500 missing from the ATM has been recovered and deposited back into our savings account as of Saturday.

My goodness, what a weekend! 

It was Rodeo Week in my town. Northern California's extreme north is a land of ranchers and farmers—independent thinkers who work hard and embrace the dust.  I'd never been to a Rodeo in my life until I came up here to live, 17 years ago (May 22). At first, I must admit, I initially embraced my Bay Area snobbery, thinking it was hokey. I'm not proud of that. Let's face it, Shasta County was — and still is — a complete culture shock compared to Silicon Valley and San Francisco.  Then something happened - I grew to appreciate this western ranch culture that is prevalent here in Shasta County. 

Where I came from, one city runs into another - from San Francisco down to San Jose and beyond (now). There's no distinction.  Just wall to wall cities and towns. 

There was a parade downtown - with people, not fancy floats - high school bands, Cal fire, our own Pipes and Drums, and even Smokey the Bear made an appearance. 

We arrived at 5 pm, two hours before the opening ceremonies, as my husband was a flag bearer.  I watched as they prepared the grounds. We were in the VIP section, Rodeo Flats, instead of our usual cheap seats. Dinner included tri-tip steak, chili, garlic bread, and salad.

Did cowboys really eat salad and garlic bread?

The opening ceremony overflowed with patriotism, featuring a cowgirl standing on a majestic white horse, proudly displaying the American flag. A heartfelt video tribute showcased John Wayne reminiscing about the Old West. Veterans were honored, including my husband. 

After a long Saturday, my body ached as if I had ridden a bucking bronco. I took 2 extra-strength Tylenol and went to bed, waking up Sunday refreshed and ache-free.

We were very thankful for the Rodeo's hospitality toward my husband and the other veterans. Those VIP tickets were something we would have never paid for - they were just too expensive. Actually, the bleachers offer a better view. 

During the rodeo, a couple of his friends texted him. They were there too.