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Beau Wann, Jr.
Yes, very fine words spoken for Richard. One could only hope for words as kind and complimentary as were spoken for Richards memorial. A very fine person indeed. What a handsome lad he was during our highschool days and so handsome in his Marine uniform. I'm glad he was in our class and glad to know him, but sad we couldnt spend more time together.
I believe, as we departed yesterday, it was John Adams that commented on the closeness of our class and surrounding classes that when we meet after an extended absence from one and other, we just pick up on where the conversation left off, as if we've only left the room for a moment. Not the first time I'd heard that. I think it's a testament to our character eh what.
Glad to see all who attended. Packed house for the memorial. Diane and I and a few others sat in the vestibule, with full sight and sound. Well, maybe full sound for others, but only noise to me. I did hear the pipe organ though, she must have had it turned up to max vol. Yes sir, my HAs picked that up for sure.
Yesterday when we started our day, at first light, I didnt need my cane. Washed my truck, first time since I bought it two years ago. Well, we live on a dirt road, so what's the point. I see the point now, it looks nice, so I'm going to wash it again and wax it so all I have to do is just hose it off. Sounds like a good plan to me. Anyway, as I was saying before I got sidetracked, I didnt need my cane when we started our day, nor after 3 hours of working on my truck and all the other things inbetween. As we left the house for the memorial service, I decided to throw the cane in the back seat. Good thinking ! ! ! !
By the time we got to the church, an hours drive, and I got out of the truck, I was as stove up as if I'd tumbled down the hill. I could hardly walk! Good thing I had the foresight to bring my cane. It always happens when I'm in my truck for over 20 minutes at one time. An hour in any vehicle is just agony. Maybe I'll have to sell my truck and get a Ferrari instead! I wonder if they make a pickup.
So Saturday, at the sprang flang, I'll start drinking before I leave the hill, leave my armament at home, and let my beloved drive. Of course I'll probably sleep the whole trip and at the fling, so what the heck is a young man to do?
Oh well, not a complaint, just an observation. Met Ron, Pat Brantlys husband. Very nice person. Dont recollect if I'd met him before or not. Heck fire, they could be living with us and I wouldnt remember. A mind is a terrible think ! ! ! ! Nice seeing all our group that attended. All dressed nicely, and me looking like a sodbuster from the dust bowl. Oh well, clothes dont make the man or woman. Makes em look nice, but it's what's inside the package thaqt counts, and I'm here to tell you, you all count.
Diane has left for handbell choir practice and I'm left unsupervised. I think me and the pups will take a nap. Already been to the recycle plant in Brenham, and to the vets, and watered half our crops. gonna wait till an hour before sundown before I commence again. I was trying to watch TV to see what's coming on later, and the picture was going in and out and lots of interference.
Picture good, then bad, then good etc. Hmmmm, no rain in sight, and i wasnt getting that stupid message on the screen when it does rain, "check your wiring and stuff, cause our satellite doesnt go out when it rains", yeah yeah yeah blah blah blah. Isnt it funny that my wiring is faulty and I ONLY lose picture when it rains! And they flash that stupid message when it rains! There's some folks that think their customers are stupider that they are .
Anyway, didnt need to check my wiring because no one has touched it since we moved in. On a hunch, I thought I'd check the dish outside just in case a big bird decided to use it for a nest. Walked outside and low and behold, there's ol Ferdinand the bull scratching his back on MY satelite dish. What the heck is going on with all the cows in this county? It must be a cow conspiracy! They probably all band together, no, herd together and try to figger out how to anoy me.
NO NO NO, I shout in my best authoritarian voice, that's not allowed you walking bag O hamburger basket with no fries! ! ! Get away from my only connection with the outside whirld you miserable excuse for a chuck roast. This is the first time one O them raucous roasts have gotten in the fence around the house. I saw where he got in the fence, so went and got my hat and an empty bag of feed and managed to wrangle him back to his pasture. I could have sworn I heard snickers and laughter coming from the bolshevik bovine bunch. Time passes and persperation perspires before I can watch a bit of TV, or what else is on.
You know, I didnt sign up for being a cowpuncher, just a homeowner and parttime farmer and road fixer upper. (maybe chicken wrangler later on). Fixed the fence, drove the tractor in front of it so the cows wouldnt get any other ideas. Man, what I go through just to get through the day. Went back to check on the picture to see if I needed to call the bozo dish people to check my wiring, but lo and behold, picture was perfect, and maybe just a tad better than it was before the bull used it as a back scratcher. Hmmm, I wonder if ol ferdinand is gonna send a bill ! ! !
Ok, time for a knap. Pups and cats already unconscious, and hopin that's where I'll wind up.
Keep the sun at your six and ride boldly ride, and happy trails....
Your frien and all round satelite repairman, Olbeauwanncephuskanobie esq
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