If you came to my house…
You would see: Our front porch that is under construction; it's going to get its roof starting Monday.
I’d probably feed you: either low-fat tasty stuff or fattening tasty stuff; name your poison. My family is pretty partial to my noodles.
And offer you this to drink: We usually have tea and Diet Coke on hand. But let me know ahead of time and I'll have whatever you prefer.
I’d undoubtedly ask if you’d read: Any of Mark Rashid's books. You don't have to own a horse to enjoy his writing.
I’d want to play this music for you: Iris Dement and Johnny Cash. Maybe a little Merle Haggard and George Jones thrown in for good measure. Unless you want me to play my guitar and sing for you: In that case, I'd sing a couple of songs I wrote ("The Million Dollar Car" or "The Old German Church" or something I wrote about my daughter or my son or a grandson.
I’d want to tell you about: My horse Blue; my cabin; and how much Jesus has brought me through.
I’d probably suggest a game of: find the lost steer and bring him home (I may be changing this one from time to time)
I would definitely show off: My horse, my cabin, and Cliff's tractors. Oh, and you HAVE to see Sadie catch the Frisbee.
I might get on the computer and show you: Pictures and websites
If it was a long enough visit: we might watch the sun go down, back of my cabin. And I'd have Cliff drive us down to the Missouri River bottoms so you could see where I ride my horse.
I am adding this one since Kelly said Paula mentioned it!
I would share: my book of poems; take one home, and take some for your friends. I sold enough early on to cover the cost of publishing, and I'm feeling generous.