Beau Wann, Jr.
WOW...! Now that's an empty downtown ! Hey Robert and TJ, (come to the front, TJ, come to the front)...Yup, happy hour has now been declared a national day of happiness. Yup, that's the ticket. So in light of our enlightenment for life liberty and the pursuit of happy hour, I do hereby declare, (well I declare) that all peoples on oith keep their distance of at least 6 silly meters from the next silly meter, or whichever comes first.
Ha! I've been practicing "social distancing" most of my life. I hadnt planned it that way, it just seemed to happen. HOWEVER, and aint there always a however, dang, now I forgot my "however"! Oh well, I shall "endeavor to persevere". Being a "shutin" now, I've learned so many things, just cant remember what they are, but rest assured, I'm much more better now than ever before. The new me! I've reinvented myself, now I'm invisible! None of yall can see me, right? Well, there you go, and there your are, and where am I?
Diane and I read alot, and fall asleep sitting up with a book in our lap, alot. A book and a cat or a dog under said book. We have started our garden, rather late this year, but started nonetheless. Even though there are countless wild blackberries/dewberries growing wildly wild about the place, we planted 4 in a place that we can control, along the north fence. Two Natchez and one Ouachita and one Navajo. Built a 30ft walkway down the hill from the cement pond into an arbor. Planted grapes there, and I'm amazed that they had grown a foot in one day. I do hope these arent the grapes of wrath ! ! !
We had pumpkins and watermelons from hell when we lived out in Hearthstone, that crept towards the house from about 50 plus ft out. Planted 6 tomatoes, and 5 pepper plants, and peppermint and spearmint. We had a zillion "mint" plants all over the hill, but the freeze and drought killt em all. We have enough rosemary to completely push aside the "parsley, sage, and Tyme". Still have to get our corn in, which is late, yellow squash, zuchinni squash, eggplant, beans and peas and onions.
Going to do a traditional garden, meaning, plow the earth up with the tractor. We've tried container gardening with no success. Lost all my citrus a couple years ago, but still have my retarded peach trees. We've had a couple of peaches the size of marbles, only to have them plucked away by the dingdang boids. I HATE BOIDS !
Well, in my garage, I HATE BOIDS. They just mess all over everything. Now I have a mama wren sitting on her nest of eggs in one of my red bins with the last roll of electrical tape. I NEED THAT TAPE, AND NOW CANT USE IT !!!!!!!!!!!! Dang wrens !
Day of the POTH came and went. Sure was sad! I wandered out to the ol ball field and weedeated around home plate, all that's left of Coopers Field of dreams, other than the field however shortened. In my mind, I still see Jenny Taylors smiling face crossing homeplate on just one of the many home runs she hit that day. If it were'nt for memories, we wouldnt have any memories, right? Right!
Took the kids for a walk today, down to the creek to unlock the gate, then a trip through the BBs and IPBs, even took a picture of the girls. Jack was asleep and didnt care to go, bless his heart, that ol boy is blind, deaf and lame. Hmmm, that almost describes me, cept I'm blind cripple AND crazy.
Where has the time gone ? I still remember my first day of first grade at Travis Elementary...I cried...Remember those old schools, with the dark wood hallways and the classroom doors with the frosted glass ???? or was it clear???? Hmmmm, cant remember that, just remember the door had glass in the top half of it. Only thing else I remember, there was a boy, dont remember his name, that had a glass eye. He use to take it out and chase the girls around with it, and of course I'm right behind him running my fool legs off.
The only other two things I remember was, my dad took apart a .22 bullet apart, emptied out the powder and put the lead back in. I took it too school to show folks, and the teacher promptly took it away and put it in her desk drawer. Didnt call the bomb squad, FBI, ATF, SWAT, just took it away and that was that. I didnt even know what a .22 shell was, I was only 6 ! ! ! !
And of course I got lost going home the first day. I'm not sure how they expected me to get home, being directionaly challenged . Once again, I WAS 6, had no clue where I lived. Some lady told me to get in her car and she would take me home, how she knew where I lived I have no clue, I didnt even know who she was. Still dont know anything other than I got home.
Hmmmm, maybe I was kidnapped, yeah, that's the ticket, and maybe I'm really John D Rockefellar the III, IV or Vth, yeah, and they're still looking for me so I can get my inheiratence (sp) (hmmm, that doesnt even look right at all, well, you know what I mean) of a hunded trillion zillion billion dollars, yeah, that's the ticket....
Ok, time to stop this nonsense and deplane...keep the sun at your six and the son in your heart...and "ride Boldly ride..."
Your frien and resident silly putty, Cephus R Keepin his distance esq...
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