Beau Wann, Jr.
"Say Harold Boy, your daddy and the girls went to the store, so would you help me by setting the table please?" "Sure mom, be glad to!" "Pastor John and his wife will be pleasuring us with their company for supper tonight, and I want things to be just right" mom would say! ......When's the last time you remember hearing the aforementioned words, "set the table"? Yeah, me too, long time ago. I sure miss the old genteel days of "a place for everything, and everything in it's place"...A place where there was a certain way to do things, and a plethora of the way NOT to do things. Everyone knew what was expected of them, or at least I did for sure.
Just waxing old memories! Sweet fresh from the garden cut tomatos, green beans and potatos boiling, ham in the oven along with fresh rolls or biscuits, fireflies winking at me memories ! ! ! Hot weekend, got up to 101 here today and 100 last couple of days. Well, that's not too bad, I recollect last summer or summer before, it started getting in the hundreds in May and June. Maybe we'll get some rain to break this hot spell. Here's hoping ! ! !
I've had two dizzy spells this past week, one on Monday after Diane left for her week in Austin, and one this past Friday morn. The one on Monday I was outside and fell down, so dont tell Diane. DIZZY???? Man, last time I was close to that dizzy was with the help of some John Barley Corn 50 some year ago. This was different, I have never experienced that kind of dizzyness before. Whole world was spinning around and at an angle too. Felt like my eyes were spinning around at warp speed. WOW. That'd probably make a great ride at Disney Whirld, but not here for sure.
Blood pressure went up and pulse dropped to 49. My pulse is normally around 55 to 58. Called my sawbones and got in to see him Friday morn. Listened to everything with his stethescope, poked me here and there, shoved the proverbial pointed flashlight in my nose and ears, you know the drill, and found nothing unusual. Did blood tests, and everything came out normal. So, what was it ????? Sawbones dont seem to know, so I guess only "the Shadow knows" ! ! !
I dont know why I bother to go to the sawbones, they never find anything unless your back is broken or heel is broken off, and then it takes them a couple a trys to find it. They probably think I'm a hypochondriac. I dont mind hearing, "well Mr Wann, it's this or that", but what I dont want to hear is, "if you'd only gotten to us sooner"....I've never liked surprises, good or bad, because invaribly all surprises turn out bad ! ! !
Rode my therapist, Pegasus, today. Started at daybreak to get ahead of the heat. Not a soul on the roads, well, cept 290. Got on 290, and got er up to 80 on in to Brenham, then off at 577, (business loop around Brenham, and also right by the Bluebell Ice cream factory. took a turn around the square, then headed for "old Chappell Hill road". Took that to the 4 way stop in Chappell Hill, then 1155 to washington on the brazos. They have a "geedunk" there with cold water and ice cream , along with a plethora of Texas History souvenirs you can purchase.
Traveled just short of 70 miles,seemed like much longer, before I got home, and all before noon. Dixie Belle and Jack were so happy to see me. Sure is good to have pups, isnt it! ! ! Just been lounging around since. Cooked at pork loin roast with a couple of sprigs of fresh Rosemary, plus lima beans and fresh potatos and tomatos out of the garden. We actually have had 12 potatos from our garden, not perzactly a quorum, but not nothing neither neyether. I called Idaho, to see if maybe they would be interested in my growing secrets, but they didnt seem to care at all. Ha and phooey on them wet potato blankets. They'll sing a different tune when I become "TATER KING"...
Also discovered Irish Butter ! Well, not in the garden, but at the grocery store. It's a tad more expensive, but seems to taste better and do more better cooking with it. I know it's probably just psychological, but what's the harm. I think the Irish probably sing to their cows, get em in the mood for better butter. Nothing like a good Irish tenor singing, "when Irish eyes are shining..." unless it's an Italian Tenor singing "Louie Louie".
Speaking of which, saw "Annie Get Your Gun" today. The 1950 version with Howard Keel and Betty Hutton and a plethora of great character actors. Phoebe Ann Moses born August 13, 1860, died 1926 of "Pernicious anemia" or a vitamin B12 deficency. Annie Oakley was probably one of the greatest trick shot artists ever among male or female competitors.
Won her first competition at age 15. Went on to be in the Buffalo Bill show with Frank Butler, a great trick shot artist, whom she later married. She retired in 1901, and Frank went on to work for UMC, United Metallic Cartridge co. and then Remington. She died in November 1926, and Frank followed the same year. Seems he quit eating after her death. Starved for love, literally !
Excuse me for the trivial history lesson, I know yall all probably know all the above, but I love history, and just couldnt resist. I do wish they wouldnt have made her look so dumb, as they generally did to "female characters" back in the day. I would be willing to bet she wasnt as dumb as they made her out to be. I'd be careful calling the likes of her dumb, her being able to shoot the ears off a flea at 100 paces and all. Just saying ! ! !
My beloved was telling me she saw Howard Keel and Debbie Reynolds at the music hall in "The Unsinkable Molly Brown", about 20-25 year ago. She said they were aging, but still put on a whale of a show dancing and singing as if they were youngsters. As glamorous as acting and singing sound, it's got to be a grueling life. Glad I was a no talent and recognized it.
Scuse me, time for Jacks pills....Peanut butter time....That's how we get him to take his pills, peanut butter. Of course me and Dixie-Belle have to have a finger full as well, sans the pills. I just love peanut butter, dontchew? Guess it's time to shuterdown. Been nice chattin with ya. Hope everyone is prospering and healthy. Blessed we are!
Keep the sun at your six and ride boldly ride...
Your frien and resident tater farmer, Spud Cephus ButterChurn esq.
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