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Beau Wann, Jr.
Hey SisJackie, you can bet you will be sitting on the porch loooking out over the horizon, and anyone else that cares to drop by for some soul resting. 3:21 AM...guess what, I'm up. Been tossing and turning since nightnoon (midnight for the unaware) Cats all over me..."love me, no love me" ...sometimes they all act so needy, not enough of me to go around.
All's quiet on the western front! Not much going on. Didnt have a showing yesterday, and I thought Saturday would be booked solid. One thing happened, I got all green lights where ever I went yesterday. Whats up with that? Had to go out and play the lotto with that kind of luck.
Speaking of dogs, been taking care of my sons Chesapeake (sp no matter how I type it, it still doesnt look right) Bay retriever. She is 13, and having a hard time getting around, I know the feeling. Still wants to "fetch it up", the spirit is willing but body is weak! So sad to see them grow old and health deteriorate. I remember a few hunts with her when she was at the top of her game. Duck hunting, she could get 30 foot of air before she hit the water. One particular duck hunt, on Christmas eve eve, it was about 30 degrees, and a crystal clear night, well the sky was crystal clear, the ground was another matter. I kept falling down tripping over stuff. You'ld think they would clear a path for a senior citizen, but Noooooooo...
Didnt get any ducks that day, much to our disappointment, Rox too. So to make her happy, we would throw the training decoys as far as we could throw them so she could fetch em up. I sure wanted duck for Christmas dinner, but settled for turkey!
One dove hunt, just outside of old Katy, we were standing around waiting for the action to start. Seems the dove got a heads up that we were coming, so they left! One unfortunate bird, seems he didnt get the memo, "hunters will be at the watering hole, be someplace else"! Anyway, dogs were whimpering and shaking with excitement and wanting to do what they do best, retrieve! When a lone bird flew into the "no fly zone", and my son Billy raised his shotgun and fired, knocking the bird out of the air. "Fetch it up" he said to Rox! Rox just sat there looking up at Billy, with a question in her eyes. "Fetch it up" billy said rather sternly, so Rox ran, no, trotted, out to where the bird lay, and calmly stepped over it.
Billy was about to have a stroke because Rox was not "working" properly..."FETCH IT UP" he hollard angrily...Rox looked down at the bird, and looked up and gave Billy a glare..."fetch THIS up"? "FETCH IT UP ROX, FETCH IT UP, GET THE BIRD"...so Rox reluctantly picks the bird up in her mouth and trots around the right side of Billy and around his back and sits down on his left side, bird in mouth! "Let me have it" , or "leave it" I dont know the command used for that particular function, so Rox put the bird in Billys hand, and still had a puzzled look on her face.
"OOPS, and UH OH" says a red faced hunter, sheepishly...it was just a sparrow or some such bird, and not a game bird. You dont think a good hunting dog is smart? Sometimes more so than the hunter!
Now, she and I sit quietly from time to time, on billys back porch, her dreaming of "the hunt" and me sipping on a cold one and dreaming of Chappell Hill, hoping we can get er done before Rox makes that journey across the Rainbow Bridge. I would like her to get to at least see a hunting meadow, ripe with wildflowers and fluttering butterflies, one more time...at least on this side of the "Bridge". Me too, now that I think about it !
Wont be doing any hunting up there, cept maybe a place to sit or lay down, but we can conjure up memories of hunts past as we sip on some Jack!
Growing up, I never had any dreams, family climate at home didnt allow for any. Didnt know you could actually have a dream, other than "kid stuff imaginings". My plan, was just to make it through each day, playing in the dirt and hating school! Sort of been my plan my whole life, cept for playing in the dirt. I dont like playing in the dirt anymore. But this "Chappell Hill" dream seems to be what my heart and soul has been waiting on my whole life! After selling the ranch in Leon county, we had "sellers remorse" for a while, still wish I'd kept it, sort of! But the time was right, just couldnt work it anymore. With the Chappell hill place, not much work to be done! Gonna let others do it!
When Charles gets better, he and Jimmie Lee can come out to the house on the hill, and I can watch him drive golf balls down in the valley. I would love to, but cant swing a club anymore.
Maybe we will be there before Thanksgiving! Thats the plan anyway!
My sweet broken hearted Lucy from next door came over to thank me for the cookies and neclaces I bought her. Bless her, her heart was just aching from the loss of her beloved Fred! She just hugged me and sobbed! Glad I didnt have to speak at that moment. Tried, but nothing came out. Silly old sentimental fool I am! Goodness, I love that child so, and we're not really blood kin, just neighbors. Watching her grow the last 18 years, sure went by fast! She and my grandson were an item there for a while, a short while. I was sure hoping it would be true love and they would get married and have great grand kids, and...and...you know, stuff dreams are made of!
Ok, wearing down...my beloved came upstairs, seems the cats woke her up also too! Guess we'll have an early breakfast...and go back to bed!! Might have tosleep in the truck.
I do hope all is well with all yall, as well as well can be!
Keep the sun at your six and ride boldly ride.
Your frien and brother Jabber Wrocky
And a Happy Mothers day to all...I know to some moms and kids it isnt as happy as it could be, should be...a special prayer and blessing for you...
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