A woman called me from Altus, Oklahoma, this morning and told me that she and her husband had just moved off the farm and are letting their son move into their house.
She is 89, and he is 93. I can tell she might be in town, but you can’t take the country out of a country girl. She said now instead of hearing the spray rig go by it might be a firetruck. She was telling me that on TV a weatherman would constantly say “I hope it doesn’t rain on Saturday” as he wanted to play golf.
So she called him and asked him if he took a shower this morning. He said, “Well, yes I did,” with a puzzled tone in his voice. She said, “Well, what day of the week do you think God sent that rain?” He said, “I never thought about that.” She said, “In southwest Oklahoma, we need a rain every time the good Lord will send it.” They have been married 11 years, and I wish them many more. The world needs more good ol’ country gals like her.
There are new price limits in the cattle futures market. Feeder cattle now will be able to move $9.25 per hundredweight and fat cattle $7.50 per hundredweight. This is way too much. This will get a lot of cattlemen nervous and cause them to make decisions that are not good for them.
The following day if it is a limit move up or down in the market plus 50% more it can give packers, retailers or large speculators a huge tool to change the tempo with one big day’s move. Thus, some bankers will get very nervous and insist a client makes his move after a drastic down day. Five dollars is plenty. Then let people think about it overnight and not make this an extremely volatile tool.
I have a female friend who worked for me at the sale barn. Both of us tease each other a lot. Several years ago I asked another friend of mine how long he thought she and I would last if we got married. He said about 30 minutes. I said to him you are probably right but what would we do with the other 20 minutes?
A few years ago, we invited the preacher over to our house to eat. Of course we asked him to say the prayer before we ate. Then the next week as we were headed to the house we said to him you might as well come eat with us again, so he did. Again we asked him to say the blessing, and right in the middle of the prayer he stopped and said, “Wait a minute. I’ve already blessed this food once before.”
Editor’s note: The views expressed here are the author’s own and do not represent the view of High Plains Journal. Jerry Nine, Woodward, Oklahoma, is a lifetime cattleman who grew up on his family’s ranch near Slapout, Oklahoma.
