I am finally going to get a tree today, I want it flocked. As a kid we would have a tree in every room flocked in different colors. True story. My dad did everything big. He was a boozer but not a mean boozer so I can remember going to get trees and him asking for 7 trees flocked in different colors and people looking at him like he was crazy. Not crazy, just probably drunk but hey I thought it was badass.
He drank himself to death, at 61. Since I bought my horse he’s been in my thoughts a lot. He introduced me to rodeo at a young age and in doing so created a passion for horses that has stuck with me all these years.
So I’m going to flock my tree this year. He will be proud, maybe I should drink a Coors Light too, that would really make him happy.
I’m an awful writer I know. ~J