Marty Stuart Show

Every Saturday night Cliff and I watch the Marty Stuart Show.
But sometimes we only watch five minutes of the thirty-minute show.  That's when Cliff holds the remote.
See, Marty Stuart married his mother's best friend, Connie Smith, in 1997.  Sort of a July-September romance.  Cliff has a crush on Connie Smith.  Therefore, if he has the remote, he fast-forwards through everything except the parts where Connie sings.
Tonight I held the remote, and told Cliff in no uncertain terms that we would be watching most of the show.  Not all of it, because Marty has some really irritating, untalented guys in his band, so I gladly zap them.
I've loved Marty ever since he and Travis Tritt did a few duets together.  Even without Travis, Marty makes those leather britches look good.
OK, I jest.  But I do like Marty and Travis together, like in the following video.



I also enjoy Connie Smith.  You will find a video of her singing on the Marty Stuart show HERE.  I would have embedded it, but Blogger has changed some things so I can only embed one video per entry.  

Sure, I admit that Marty should do something with that hair.  And he's probably getting a little old to wear those leather britches.  But then, I probably shouldn't be wearing the hippie dress and getting tattoos.  

A walk in the rain

Having dumping five inches out of the rain gauge, it is in the process of filling up again.  The rain shows no sign of letting up, so I put on a raincoat and my Canada hat, which works almost as well as an umbrella, and went for a stroll.  Cliff told me to check and see if the disked-up part of the pasture was washing.  

 It didn't look too bad on the west side. 

 I'll bet the cows are enjoying the coolness of the rain, after suffering through record temperatures all summer.  

 The pond has been dry for several weeks.  Isn't it amazing what five inches of rain can do?  

 Oops.  The east side of the field washed terribly.  This is what happens when you have sandy soil and try to farm on a hillside.  On the bright side, once this mud dries out so I can walk on it without sinking in, I should be able to find a few of these: 

I found this one in the seedbed last weekend while walking with my sister-in-law.  It isn't perfect, but it's always a thrill to find proof that you are walking where Indians once walked.

  Yep, I'll bet I find some arrowheads in a few days.