Summer in the south is never complete without fresh picked sweet corn. Our neighbor David who is in charge of "homeland security" has a patch right behind his raggedy ass trailer with the upside down door facing Samaria Bend. We asked why he did that (it's just propped over the hole) and he said that's so he could see out while laying on the couch just in case he needs to shoot somebody. As we pulled out of his drive laden with ears, he bowed in a Ghandi looking pose with his little bald head and folded hands.
Daddy's rituals are what he lives for and if any one little thing is out of order, it just blows his mind. Last night while getting clothes ready for church he dropped his wallet and couldn't find it this morning. Usually he's sittin' on the porch waiting for my brother to take him to church and Bubba found it odd that he wasn't in his usual perch. He found him upstairs tearing apart his room trying to find the damn wallet. Never did turn up, so he and I looked again when we got home from the doughnut place. I was ready to give up, but he wasn't so I made one more peek under the bed and under clothes and found that puppy just in time before he lost all sensibility. To say that we can get you another debit card/license/whatever to this man is NOT an option.
We swam yesterday at Gigi's and enjoyed a nice breeze and the cool water and quiet. Conner was the only kid so we cheered him on when he swam across the pool by himself and caught up on gossip. Gigi had to work which is a double edged sword....she desperately needs to rest but is grateful for the business as she is self-employed and never knows when a drought in the housing market will hit.
Now all I need are some fried green 'maters.
^j^
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