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Beau Wann, Jr.
Greetings-professor-Falken...it-has-been-a-long-time...would-you-like-to-play-a-game???
it's 4:30 AM on a Sunday...been up since 2...so what else is knew??? Been havin a devil of a time with pain...hard to concentrate and keep a steady thought...amazing how pain distorts and twists thought...thats the reason I have been absent from the forum...couldnt keep a train of thought, except the train running over my body...
Been embroiled in the per usual activities...ok thanksgiving...too crippled up and hurtin to be of much help to my beloved...but did as much as allowed to do...DW is such a trooper...nothing seems to faze her...good person she...
We had the regular crowd here for T Day dinner...Daughter in law and sister and mother in law all pitched in and really was a big help for DW...got her out of the kitchen, hours ahead of schedule...SCHEDULE??? on a holiday???? I dont think so...but DW said with all the help, it shaved about 3 hours off cleanup time...
I didnt make my angel flake biscuits this time, just too time consuming, plus I would have had to stand up for too long...also was gonna try my hand at gravy this year...but, I made a test batch earlier in the week, and it was ok, for the likes of me and Cooper and Jack, but I wouldnt want anyone else to have to suffer through it...it was ok, just not as tasty, but kinda salty too...
and lumpy...wasnt he one of the seven dwarfs??? Oops, cant say dwarf now can we...vertically challenged...yeah, thats the ticket...
My Mother-in-law made the gravy...again...cant beat a moms thanksgiving gravy...dont know what mothers possess that allows them to turn out such masterpieces...guess it's just one of those MOM things...I'll bet that all you moms in our class can cook as well as your moms..eh??? Maybe even some of the guys too...Well, I can cook a select few things pretty good, but moms could just seem to cook anything and everything, and well too...
Put the boys out back, and they just stared in the window and back door the whole time...of course, someone, who shall remain nameless, kept slipping them small bits of ham and turkey and sausage...WASNT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah right, and pigs can fly...
Kats were all in our bedroom...each had a favored spot to nap in...every now and again, a paw would slip under the door and kind of feel around...I guess they were either looking for a newspaper or a plate of goodies...and since none of them have bothered to learn to read, we know it wasnt a newspaper...but, most likely just being curious...you know how kats are...if it's shut, they open it, if it's open, they shut it, unless they opened it in the first place, then YOU shut it...locked Annie-Bob in the powder room...by accident...she snuck in as I was hanging up jackets and such...after a couple of hours, I started missing her and calling her produced nary a sight of her...finally opened PR door and voila, there she was curled up just inside...scared me, I thought she had gotten outside somehow...we are VERY VERY EXTRA CAREFUL about the felines NOT GETTING OUT...in 30 years, never had one escape...yet...
Been up to ye olde country place...me and the boys...cant do very much, all stove up like an old man and all...but managed to get around some...I like walking the land that God has intrusted me with...even with a walking stick...through the woods and meadows...once the boys got the "bounding through the countryside" out of their system, they pretty much stuck to my side, one on each side...well, except for the occasional burst of energy chasing a butterfly...what good loyal companions they are...they seem to know I am not the me I'm suppose to be...you reckon it's the walking stick that has them more attentive??? Well whatever it is, it is muchly appreciated...
Still going out on patrol every morn and night, but it has become quite a chore...finally had to ask DW to help me out and take jack, and I hate to bother Diane with petty details, as she has her hands full with her job and driving to and from...but, Jack pulls so hard, just was killing my back and hip joints and legs...Coop is easy to walk...he just wants to stop and smell every blade of grass in the hood...and every light post, and every mail box...methinks that ol boy is part bloodhound...as well as couch potato...
Rode Pegasus some these last couple of weeks...first time I have felt pain whilst riding...but once I got my face in the wind and pipes purring, pain pretty much secondary...until I got off...getting harder to throw my leg over the saddle nowdays...not looking forward to the day I cannot ride anymore...I know it's coming...I even looked at a new bike...a Heritage Softail with mini apes and bags and all kinds of goodies, AND PURPLE TOO...buuuuuuut...I'd feel like a traitor if I sold Pegasus...I've always said that it was the only bike I would ever want...I guess it's just something about a SHINY NEW TOY that attracts us...I got over it...
Rode yesterday, Saturday, up to Bellville for "First Saturday" fair...met a good friend there for lunch...He and I worked together for about 30 years...Good man he...plus, there isnt anything he cant fix or work on, from guns to motorcycles...any new firearm he gets, he promptly tears it down and puts it back together...and just about anything else he buys...he is a TRUE MOTORCYCLIST...he has 4 or 5 BMWs that he has torn down and rebuilt...he rode his bikes to work, rain or shine, day or night, and been to sturgis, (I have yet to make it) and to bike week in Daytona Florida, and pretty much all over the country...like I said, he is a TRUE MOTORCYCLIST, whereas I am just a Harley rider...
Don, my bellville friend, and I rode east about 8 miles outside of Bellville on 529, and had lunch at THE PIT STOP BBQ JOINT...pretty good fare they have there...someother motorcyclists pulled up as we were sitting outside talking...funny thing about MC riders...we're all pretty much friends whether we know each other or not...not hard to strike up a conversation at all...just start out talking about their bikes or your bikes, and voila, new friend...one of the REALLY great things about riding...all the people you meet...
Got some honey whilst in Bellville...Daves Honey...even talked to dave and his wife...good folks...If any of youse youtes see a guy selling Honey on the corner of 34th and Shepherd, dont buy it...I did a couple a months ago, and noticed that it was unusually runny...honey is not runny...I asked Dave about it, and he said he knows who the guy is, and he was putting in about 5% honey, and the rest corn syrup...they were selling it at Caninos and were forced to stop selling it there...I HATE CHEATERS AND SCAM ARTISTS...so, remember, if you buy roadside honey, it should not pour like syrup or water...
Ifin any of youse youtes would like my ANGEL FLAKE BISCUIT recipe, I would be glad to share...My mom gave it too me, and it was her moms...I have made them to perfection before, but then I have made them to ruination...well, not inedible, just not what they were suppose to be...the key and most important item, is the YEAST...has to be just right, otherwise they dont rise...they rise whilst they are cooking, and not before...you can make them a week ahead of time, but store them in a plastic bag, in the fridge...when they are good, they are very very good...when they are bad...I messed up, but they are still edible...
It's almost 6 and it has taken me awhile to type this out...that train of thought thing I was telling youse about...I guess maybe someday I will get some relief...one way or another...Now, I dont for an instant think I am the onliest (san leon for only) one that hurts or has problems...not by a long shot...neither am I seeking symphony nor pity...I also know that whatever problem I have or you have, someone else has a more worser problem...it's just that...I'M NOT READY YET...I have toooooo much left undone...I have biscuits to make...ponies to ride...dogs to walk...pools to clean...nah, the pool can clean itself for all I give a rats patootie...
Guess I will sign off for now...might get a little shut eye before church...although all the dogs and cats have been millin about thinking, "well youre up, must be time to eat", or words to that effect...I keep telling them, it's too early, but now it is getting close to their breakfast, sooooo guess I will spring my young patootie into the kitchen and "git er done"...
Have a swell day...
Your friend and slightly bent and broken brother-in-class...Beauregard C Ephus DOD...Or words to that effect...
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