Against all odds and reason, I'm planning to see not just The Eagles but also Dixie Chicks at Busch stadium on Thursday. It will be mighty hot and ya'll know how I hate to sweat so that tells you right there I'm a serious fan. If I die of heat exhaustion just divide up the china and silver amongst yourselves. At least I'll pass on to glory with that one under my belt and a smile on my face.
This is an inside day, at least until the sun drops a whole lot lower. The crops need rain soon, though they're doing quite well at the moment. I have no doubt it will come just exactly when Big Ernie plans for it to. It's hard to imagine that we were flooded to the eyeballs just a little over a month ago. Feast or famine, as they say. I've been asked to help do some research on the history of this farm which is something that has always intrigued me. Old timers told me about a little bar that used to sit off of the main road called Cotton's next to the river. As fate would have it, my ex-husband's grandfather was shot and killed over there! Go figure.
Father's Day this year was lunch at Mary Lou's at Dusty Joe's and it was fantastic. Sweet creamed corn, fried okra, fried boneless pork chops and cornbread. Purple hull peas too! If BG wakes up in time, I may cook some fried green 'maters for she and BF. He's had a few days off and has chilled with us. She's working again, thank the lord. It took her forever to learn how to sleep at night and now she's working graveyard again *sigh* Bless.Her.Heart.
Ya'll call your daddy if you haven't already. He won't be around forever.
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A good read, as always Poopster. Stay cool.
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