Getting old is not so bad. I just turned sixty four. And hopefully with any luck I’ll have a few years more.
But one thing that I’ve noticed is my mind forgets to think. I heard one older fellow say, “My brain is on the blink.”
It’s called a senior moment, as that’s what most folks would say. Or a mental aberration is what I had that day.
We’d finished up our breakfast, and poured water on the fire. Then pulled our boots and hats on with the rest of our attire.
But first we had to saddle up before our ride began. I’d put a saddle on a horse as much as any man.
My horse was agitated and she just would not hold still. I finally got the saddle on against that horse’s will.
I tied her to a cedar tree and took a look around. Two of the cowboys looked at me, but didn’t make a sound.
They both appeared mystified with something on their mind. Then one of them spoke up and said, “I think you might be blind.”
“I hate to break the news to you. I mean you no remorse. I don’t know if you realize you’ve saddled up my horse.”
Sure enough his Arab mare was wearing my old saddle. No wonder she was acting strange and causing such a battle.
I must have turned crimson red. There was no use denying. I should have made a joke of it, but only stood there sighing.
Both cowboys helped me saddle up while no one said a word. But I wondered if they wondered. Is Bryce’s mind now blurred?
Well I guess it doesn’t matter. I don’t have a lot to fear. Just as long as I can recognize that fellow in the mirror.