Beau Wann, Jr.
Hey Teddie...thanks, I plumb totally forgot about that sign. We had a service a week ago, blessing the volunteers...and teachers...Me and ol Cooper got a good blessin we did...I've been blessed beyond all belief any way...Ol cooper is such a blessing to us and especially to the kiddos he helps...did I tell you, that we have two schools this next semester? One in CFISD, Lamkin Elem, and one in HISD, Thomas Jefferson Elem, over off Cavalcade and I-45...Looking forward to that..Did I also tell you, that Cooper can tell the difference between your regular standard kid, and the special Ed kids, "autistic", and "life skills", down syndrome children???
Make your eyes water just to watch him work...Oh, he doesnt lecture, cept with his big ol brown loving eyes, and he doesnt scold or grade, or judge, but he sure has a way of getting those kids to learning, or at least bring a smile to their faces, and make em want to learn. When he greets his regular reading kids, he noses em, and grins, and pushes against em...but when he greets his autistic friends, he goes up to them as far as they want him to, and then he stops...stands perfectly still, like Teddies Gus waiting for the command to "fetch the bird"...only the command Coopers waiting on is just a touch from the child...Cooper doesnt move, he lets them advance...I let them walk him, and when they step, he steps, when they stop, he stops...what a blessin to the whirld he is...and to think, he was a throw away and a rescue from "death row" at the pound.
Big Oliver is a blessin, sort of...he is a wonder that ol fat boy...sort of makes me "wonder" just what the heck he's up to. I've given him a nickname, "lightening"...mainly cause he's slower than molassas in January in Minnesota...he sits at the door wanting out, so I open the door, and he just sits there, contemplating going out I suppose...oh, he doesnt stay out very long, that fur coat of his mixed with the heat, sees to that. When I let him out, I watch him to make sure he doesnt try to go exploring beyond the compound...He's so fat, dont think he can scale the walls, but I watch him just the same...
The other day, and I might have already mentioned it, stop me if I have....I havent? ok, well he was out at the south end of the cement pond, just sashayin round the pot plants and swing, and the dog house. there was a lizard on the edge of a plant just as "lightening" was saunterin by...Big Olie didnt see the lizard, so the lizard thinking, I suppose, that it would be better to hitch a ride on the walkin ball O fluff, than to burn ones little lizard toes on the cement pond deck, HE JUMPED ON BIG OLIES BACK...Oh my goodness, I was about to have a stroke, it looked so funny...I wanted to get the camera, but it was packed away, and I probably wouldnt have gotten back in time, so I just watched.
That ol lizard rode Big Olie all around the cement pond till Olie got to another pot plant on one of the wooden decks, then Larry the Lizard jumped off...Big Ollie never had a clue...Ol lightening just sauntered over to the back door, "I've had enough of this heat" his look seemed to say...I opened the door, and it took him a few minutes to finally get his big ol butt through the door...then when he saw there was no food out, he looked at me and uttered what had to be a "kitty Kommand" ..."hey you, dude, get some food out here" or meows to that effect...
Yes sir, never a dull moment here at the Wannzoo...thats sorta like Yazoo, only Wannzoo...or whazup???
I dont know, you know me, a mind is a terrible think to wit...
Got the pool table moved downstairs, tookem two hours to dissasemble and reasemble it...thing weighs a thousand pounds...I'll bet the 2nd floor is breathing a sigh of relief...I like it better down here on floor one...I even played a couple O games by myself...won one and lost one...as far back as I can remember, we have had a pool table, and my Uncles have had pool tables...that was some of the most funnest times for me, watching my dad and his brothers and their dad, playing pool in the garage, drinking beer and whiskey and smoking cigarettes...of course NOW, we know that stuff is bad for you, and will stunt your growth..among other things....ever now and again, uncle Ivan would give me a shinny coin for helpin him rack the balls...wish I'd kept those coins...well, I did keep the memories.
They would laugh and carry on, joking about stuff, which was all over my head...no really , it was all over my head, cause I was only bout 3 foot tall...or maybe 4 foot...Wouldnt mind revisiting at least one of those nights sometime...but, we all know that is not possible, at least here on this whirld...just in the whirld of my mind...
Annie-Bob, or Stumpy, as I sometimes call her because she just has a stump for a tail, jumped up on the pool table, thankfully the cover was on it. I told her to get off, so she promptly threw herself upside down and just stared at me..."yo dude, make me"...well, it wasnt worth the trouble, cause I knew she was just gonna get back on it again when I wasnt looking...The cover is very thick, so I dont think they can hurt it, the felt that is.
Well, guess I'll deplane, depart, or otherwise amscray...Hey Jackie if youre reading this, WE LOVE YOU, AND GET WELL...
Keep the sun at your six and ride boldly ride...
your frien and bretheren...Beaucephus DOD
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