Thursday, June 22, 2017

rain rain go away

Everybody is getting their fair share of it and I watched the radar this morning planning our trip to Jackson between downpours, or so I thought.  It was smooth sailing all the way there and I stopped in Friendship on the way back to see my old buddy Jim at his equipment place.  Me and the dog shared a chair while we got caught up on things and visited.  His wife works there too so I got to chat with her as well.  Win-win!  

As I headed to the car the heavens opened up and the bottom fell out. I feel much safer in all road conditions now that I have new tires.  It's only by the grace of God I didn't have something bad happen prior to that what with all the road trips this past year.  Thankfully I have good friends who have helped with rides.  

Lauren can feel Reaves moving but I can't yet.  Neither of us slept much because we both snore ( and I didn't know that I do) but it was good to share a bed with the dogs anyway.  I have refrained from saying much about my sick friend out of respect for her privacy.  She has turned the corner and is awake and recognizes folks which is a miracle.  Thanks to all of you who prayed for her recovery from meningitis.  Scary.Stuff.  There were four girls in that family and I became an honorary sister many years ago at the pool.  I'm sure there was probably a baptism or something!

Time to wander~

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

ready for the storm

Lorna and kids got limited to only two days at the beach before the storm started brewing.  It had been forming for days and decided to hit full force yesterday.  What follows will be heavy rain for a wide swath of the southeastern US over the next three days.  And Lord, how I hate to drive at all much less in the rain.  It's not scheduled to start until abut 4 tomorrow which will give me time to get Lauren back home.   Thank you SKJ for covering my shift.  

I never watch TV so hearing it as background noise is kinda' strange.  We did some dinner prep together, chatted and went out separate ways to do our own things like old times.  It's comfortable and healthy.  She said she just needed to be home a minute.  There is still no nursery so the living room will remain full until that happens.  Long story.  

Work was full of surprises today including a chance to hug my sweet Tristi and sing a little Bruno Mars together.  My friend is still very sick and my heart aches at thinking of that unstoppable spirit being in that predicament.  She's a Lake county girl and we all know they're tough as nails.  Once upon a time she and her cousin and I went for a ride in her convertible down a dirt field road to her homeplace at Tennemo.  It was like Thelma and Louise, y'all.  

Oh, and if you forget your umbrella?  Just dance in the rain :)

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

let your hair down

My hair is the longest it's been in FOREVER so it's normally up in a clip because I shower at night and it's a mess in the mornings.  Today  I showed up with hair down around my shoulders and a few people had to look twice to identify me.  It was in the clip before lunch BTW.  

My honorary sister is very very sick and en route to a Memphis hospital.  We've known each other for years and years and I'm the one who told her she was pregnant!  She loves telling that story.  Please lift her up.  Her family and I stood around the isolation room exchanging phone numbers (again) and the plan was about to be executed as we said goodbye.  

BG should be on the way to Casa Poops with Reaves in utero and the bag she always carries for an overnighter.  I can't wait until she sees all that loot in the living room.  Poor Lorna is getting rained on mightily down there in Appalach with two kids and a tent.  I'm assuming they're on Plan B or C.  

Over and out~

Monday, June 19, 2017

forward motion

I stayed up late and slept late which is a win for me these days.  I'm usually in the bed by 8 and up at 5.  I had breakfast with some friends at Daylight Doughnuts which is where I took my parents every Sunday after church.  It was the first time I'd been back and I felt their presence.  Red is still there and Dani and of course Rita.  Cyndi and I watched a gorgeous little chunk of a baby girl sitting with her Mim and having a ball.  It hit me in the face that I would be doing that soon!  The little girl's father went to school with Lauren and we caught up on his life via grandma.  

I went by to see Mozella before that and found her comfy and lucid.  She knew me and remembered that Bubba was there yesterday.  I met her niece whom I had never known about so I guess it's true that everybody comes together in the end.  The mayor was sporting a silver bow today.  "Yes chile...I love you."

We had a monsoon yesterday but it drained off pretty quickly because it was dry.  The humidity had dropped by this morning so I was pleasantly surprised to walk out the door and find I could breathe.  There is nothing more miserable to me.  Time to be productive.  Y'all play nice and pay it forward, always.


Sunday, June 18, 2017

who's yo daddy?

My daddy was a self made man who grew up as the son of a sharecropper during the Great Depression.  He had three sisters and they were all as different as night and day.  The only one remaining of that bunch is the youngest, Katherine Rose.  We chatted the other day about Father's Day and the loneliness of having nobody to call your own around.  She spoke of it being a tough day for her because she has lost not only her husband but her brother and son.  

Daddy was raised up in RoEllen and came to high school in town which meant that he walked sometimes and other times caught a ride.  He was very popular and into ag even then.  His ag teacher Mr Sam Reed thought enough of him that he helped him snag a scholarship to UT Martin to get a BS in ag science.  That was interrupted by service in the Air Force and my birth but it finally happened.  He worked until the age of 55 doing double duty as a plant protection specialist with the USDA and manager of the farm we grew up on.  They moved here when I was a year old.  

Our lives twirled around the growing seasons and livestock.  My brothers hauled hay when they were young and I rode along for fun.  One of my most vivid memories of Daddy is of him in his pickup herding cattle in the field across from my house, yelling and slapping on the side of the truck trying to get them back behind the rickety old fence.  He was beginning to lose it a little by that time and it scared me to death.  Shortly after, the cows went away.  

He always put in a full garden and we ate well on fresh food all year long thanks to his talent with the growing and my mother's kitchen skills.  Sweet corn, purple hull peas, fried okra, you name it.  I hated shelling lima beans and loved the fried yellow squash that mama served up with homemade cornbread.   Daddy's favorite "dessert" was a piece of that cornbread soaked in purple hull pea juice.  Nothing like it.  He also established an orchard with apple and peach trees that still stands but doesn't get the care it needs.  

Daddy was raised as a Southern Baptist but converted to the UMC when we were kids and Mama insisted on the family attending church together.  Her family's heritage ran deep at first church.  He sang in the choir until he went into the hospital and served on every board, committee and what have you that they asked him to.  When I was a teenager he fought to have a dance in the fellowship hall for us and was promptly turned down by the powers that be.  Man, he was a dancer!  

He served for years as an official for the Dyer County Fair Association and in retirement turned his efforts toward things like hauling kids to summer camp, working for the local volunteer blood program and becoming a Paul Harris fellow in Rotary.  He and Joe Wood were famous for their fried 'taters and onions at BBQ benefits locally.  That tradition continues to this day.  

My daddy never told me he loved me but I knew it.  He was not a touchy feely person with us, yet he hugged everybody he came in contact with out there in the world.  Mama always said it was because of the way he was brought up during the hard times.  When he was a young teen he fell out of the barn loft and broke both arms!   Guess who had to get his butt wiped by his sisters for awhile.  

Letting my father die in peace was one of the hardest decisions I ever had to make.  Parts of me wanted to keep trying for a good outcome but he had way too much going against him.  Two years ago on a Sunday night in June I got a phone call from Mom telling me he was en-route to the hospital AT HIS OWN request.  The diagnosis was not only a strangulated hernia but a massive infection from an old hernia repair on the other side.  After two major surgeries in a week, he couldn't breathe from all the anesthesia.  He never came home after going to the ER that night and died 6 weeks later not knowing he was in this world but not suffering one bit.  

I cherish the things we had in common like flowers and growing things and harmonizing at church.  Our favorite routine was to walk each other's yards and name what was coming up or blooming.  He loved the birds too and whenever I see one visit me up close and personal I know it's him telling me to keep the faith.


Saturday, June 17, 2017

my give a damn's busted

I don't even remember the title of the blog post that I had conjured up in my head for today.  It probably had something to do with social justice and loving each other, even the least of these.  Y'all all know I'm a bleeding heart liberal.  Sue me.  I believe that everybody deserves a chance at life and reformation.  Sometimes it takes awhile.  

I've spent a lot of time with addicts over the years and do not exclude myself.  Everybody's got something.  The ones who have never smoked or drank alcohol are equally as addicted to routine or food or sex or any other kind of self medication.  Step one addresses that quite clearly.  Whatever it is it's out of control.  In Tennessee there's a huge gambling thing going on with the lottery and as a result of that community college is free to all.  Currently CBD oil without the psychoactive component is legal for use.  Sounds like a racket to me but whatever.  It beats opiates and meth.  

Downtown Dyersburg development is pretty much under the control of the Chamber which is sorely missing Alan Hester about now.  Let's all say a prayer for Lorna and the kids on the way to the Gulf Coast with a packed out SUV.  Mamye came out this afternoon and we enjoyed the quiet and talked at the not so round table.  Oh yeah, here's what my thought was.

I'm a good listener with realistic and positive feedback.  I don't have a degree that declares me as such but I have a lot of really good friends who vent.  I say luv you often and mean it.  I need a minimum of five hugs a day to survive which is why I'm prone to just doing the random group thing.  We will rock you!
My boundaries are firm and I refuse to cross them when my own well being is at stake. I'm looking forward to a visit with my babygirl and her babygirl.  Fortinately there is no court next week and I have an extra day off.  I love it when that happens.  To anyone who ever raised a child as his or her father.......I salute you.  And also I miss my daddy.


Friday, June 16, 2017

riders in the storm

Today was a learning experience for sure which is what best practice should be about when it comes to patient care.  There is absolutely nothing worse than having somebody with a personal agenda coming up into your hard work and acting out.  The people who do this are normally retired professionals who know the ropes with federal funding and efficiency.  In the age of multiple systems and the EMR paper does not work too well.  Unfortunately it still exists.

The heavens opened up as I was heading home with more on the way.  Lorna and the kids are heading out come hell or high water tomorrow for the beach with tents in tow.  Her son Chris has become a very good friend and I admire his tech savvy as an IT genius.  At 40 years old he owns multiple businesses and is a dreamer for the development in downtown Dyersburg commerce and restoration.  It ain't much but it's all we're got so roll with it.  The building that he bought is rich with history and full of innovative ideas.   It used to be a paint store!

BG and Reaves are coming to visit and take inventory next week.  I'll be working but will have one day off with her for he return trip.  I'll totally take it 'cuz I miss her face.  I'll be at the sawmill weekend so just stay out of the ER is all  I'm saying.    That is all.  



Thursday, June 15, 2017

busy day

I seriously wanted to sleep til 10 but had a derm appointment at 9 so up I got in the thunderstorms to get clean but I failed to shave my legs.  He and I are like brother and sister so I didn't make the effort.  I was greeted with hugs all around and got hit by the nitrous nazi in many many spots.  When you have actinic keratosis you never know what will turn into something major.  It rained so hard on the way up there that I was driving 40 mph and praying for no hydroplane action.   By the time I got out it was over.  

When I came off the by-pass I spotted two familiar vehicles in the road, one being the law and the other my brother.  The story was that somebody stole a golf cart from the municipal course behind me and rode all over the Pritchett's corn fields.  It was found abandoned on a fence row and when I came back from the gentral I saw two Dyersburg course employees hauling it back home.  If my car thief wasn't in jail I'd swear it was him.

After that was lunch with old friends at a local downtown eatery.  Very cool place with nice people and excellent food plus a patio.  They have live music and trivia.  Very progressive for Dyersburg, if you know what I mean.  Downtown is growing by leaps and bounds which makes me smile.

Namaste ~

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

bipartisan gun sense

Already the media is hyping the fact that the shooter in Alexadria was a Bernie supporter and a liberal/progressive.  He was intent on killing those who don't share his beliefs and had the firepower to do it in the form of an automatic rifle.  He probably didn't count on all those Capitol police being around and they saved the day and put him down.  It doesn't matter what his political persuasion is, only that he had a gun to do his business with which, in this country, is a pretty easy thing to get thanks to the party of you know who.  As much heat as he's taking right now it wouldn't surprise me a bit if this was something aimed at civil unrest and further division of the country.  Anarchy coming folks.  Hunker down.

Speaking of which there's some huge twin engine helicopter doing rounds over my house, practicing I suppose.  If I had a decent camera you could see it too but nooooooo....all I have is a Galaxy.  Besides, it's a heat index of 99ish so I need to be inside like the precious flower that I am.  I might wilt!

I stopped at the chicken store and found one of my favorite girls in a twit after handing in her notice.  As the story goes, a customer called her a n**ger and because she responded to said customer the manager refused to bar the customer from the store even though they had done it before.  I say get out while you can.  Some things never change.  

I'll let you know if the army swoops over close enough for a phone shot.  Peace and love ~

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

crop rotation

No sooner did the wheat get thrashed than the tractor showed up to get ready for bean planting.  Thank goodness they do no till because the smoke would be horrendous here on the hill if they burned it.  The beans will probably be ready right around the time Reaves is born if the weather plays nice which it's certainly not today.  It's 330pm and 94 freakin' degrees with no rain in sight.  I blew wheat dust out of my nose for two days straight.  I can hear the tractor whining as I type, right behind the barn.  

I'm totally out of the loop with news because I'm avoiding all things you know who.  Peaceful resistance and all that.  My fearless warrior of a friend is heading to the gulf coast for primitive tent camping with her two grandchildren.  Bound for her, there's a pretty serious chance of heavy rain while they're on the beach so she had to come up with plans B and C in case it gets too waterlogged.  Lord, I could use some beach.  

Stay cool kids, by whatever means necessary ~

Monday, June 12, 2017

risk management

We are currently one or two tweets away from self destructing as a country.  I don't know about ya'll but that makes me a little nervous what with the rest of the world being mad at us too.  I really don't have time for that.  BG went to the doctor today with Reaves in tow and got her sugar checked which is something all pregnant women have to do.  Next  time she gets Rh Immune globulin because she's Rh negative.  That's because she got a couple of D negative recessive genes from her ancestry.  It's what I do so we discovered that in 4th grade during science class in Ms Dean's room.  That's also where my brother did a weather play and she was a cloud.  Or maybe the sun.

I had the best of intentions in spite of fatigue and got up at 930 to face the day.  Out of all meds including the most important, I called the pharmacy and got that rolling.  When I stopped by the feed store to pick up some dust for Oscar, Stanley accused me of holding on to the 16 year old car that I drive.  Bitched at me to get a BMW with all my wealth.  Oh boy.  If only he knew how far I am into Chapter 13.  It was kind of ironic that my BK attorney showed up at car thief court and asked why I was there.  I guess you never know.

Currently there is marinara in the crock pot with baked pasta yet to come.  Somebody's gonna have a good lunch tomorrow at the sawmill.  Gotta' run and pick some basil for it.

Keep the faith ^j^

Sunday, June 11, 2017

at last

Even though there's paperwork to do, I'm finally off tomorrow to sleep in for a day.  Leave a message at the beep.  This probably means I'll wake up at the buttcrack of dawn.  That's how it goes sometimes.  The dogs are so itchy from the wheat that I gave one of them a valium and the other a benadryl just so they could rest last night.  I can tell it with my allergy symptoms!!

Mozella is still kicking and we enjoyed a little visit this morning while she was awake.  She's on a newborn's schedule where she stays up all night and sleeps all day.  Most of the time there's at least one family member in attendance.....often multiples.  We should all be so blessed.  

As my buddy remarked today it's "hot as the devil's draws" out there already and again.  Those few cool days were sweet, I'm just saying.  There's rain coming to wash the wheat dust out of the air a bit.  All is well except with my little garden.  I have two 'mater plants, a pepper and some squash that may or may not make it in spite of my valiant efforts with the redneck hose.  The grass has gone wild and it's too hot to pull it so uh I give.  Let nature take its' course, so to speak.  

The talent show at Litchfield prison is cracking me up.  I go back and forth from Bloodlines to that as the mood strikes me.  The light bulbs are out in a couple of rooms and I'm too short to change them so I'm kind of sitting in the dark a lot.  I need to invest in some decent lighting because I already can't see without my glasses.  Oh the joys of getting old.  

I'm really having a lot of fun exploring the farm with a good photographer who has a badass camera and mad skills.  I watch and we compose together then he spiffs them up and we post.  Win-win.

And so, let the chillaxing begin~

Saturday, June 10, 2017

where do i begin

As fate would have it I worked again and came home to find the farm photographer and his wife parked in the middle of the road.  When I noticed who it was Shirley rolled down the window and they followed me home.  TK took a bunch of shots yesterday evening and today of the wheat harvest in progress.  That little shoutout led me to a lovely visit with the farm folks today including the #countrygirl Becca who was Pride's pride and joy.  I do believe she has her own horse now and also is driving a combine for the summer.  

We drove down to the river and by the graveyard at Gerald's and made the circle around Danny's place.  Newt's crowd was partying to the right as we rode along and talked about who owns what.  I spotted a yellow glad down at the cabin and we picked that up on the way home.  The yard just keeps getting emptier.  

There are many layers to the history of this farm and Tommy is retired and loves to be a historian.  Between all of us maybe we can get this "book" written.  Farmer's Market opened today ya' know.  Of course I was you know where but I was there in spirit.  The redneck waterhose is going full force.

Stay tuned ~

Friday, June 9, 2017

my day in court(s)

I showed up at the sawmill this morning on time and did a few hours prior to heading to city court where mr car thief was seated front and center in the two rows of inmates wearing orange jumpsuits and handcuffed.  All were male.  I had to park behind the DPD illegally to get there on time because the lot was full.  Judging from the number of inmates I figured I'd be there all day but our cases came up within the first 30minutes and grand theft auto got called up in the front of Judge Dedmon.  I had spotted that bald head right off.  As he approached the bench he lifted the chains up over his head in an act of defiance and showed off his tats.  The judge was not at all amused.  When he failed to maintain eye contact with said judge as he lowered the bond he was told pretty damn quick not to ever EVER visit my workplace except if his head was cut off and in his hand.  He was also told to stay away from myself and the other victims who were present.  We were free to go after that and I headed toward home until doctor visit time.  After sitting there for an hour and visiting with a toddler in the waiting roomI had to take a raincheck and get some lunch prior to jury duty.  Irarely take lunch by myself out except in the car and I was hungry for El!Patio! so that's where I went.  I thought about George Patton and sang the little song in my head.

Shortly after I found  myself sitting next to my salsa sister in yet another courtroom waiting to be picked for a group.  TJ went through his usual explanations and called roll.  A lot of people didn't show up.  I was fortunate to get panel A so I got to leave early.  Poor SSista had to wait and have hers drawn. 

I visited Mozella and family this morning and she still loves me thank goodness.  When I came out of the county courthouse I found Mamye wandering around looking at the war memorial stuff on display wondering about something to honor her dad and brother who are WWII and Vietnam vets, respectively.  She followed me to the house where she gave me a knife to kill anybody who tries to get me.  Another one.

Since bond was reduced on the felon and my other keys are "out there" I figured it might be a good time to have the locks rekeyed so I got to see Mike Sipes live and in person for the first time in years.  Mamye had followed me home so we all had a nice visit.  Only two more days and I get one off.  Yay me!

The moon's a harsh mistress~


Tuesday, June 6, 2017


A spirit is a tough thing to kill but it happens all the time.  People just lose sight of possibility for change and accept the norm like sheeple of the Hunger Games persuasion.  I can tell you right now I'll go down quick when it comes to that kind of warfare.  I am a rebel by nature and feel really constricted when somebody tells me what to do outside the normal limits.  Freedom of speech and expression of personal beliefs are guaranteed by the Constitution.  Sadly, that even includes white supremist mountain men who kill those who stand up for that right.  This is what you know who hath brought us.  I'll never say his name again.

There was a surprise in the mail about a class action suit against the pension fund that Wells Fargo currently holds for former and current employees of Methodist LeBonheur Healthcare.  If I read it right the class is petitioning to have that pension funded for longer than the next 15 years as the defendants are seeking ERISA protection as a church.  As we all know *ahem* the county commissioners voted in the early eighties to sell our county facility to MLBH against the wishes of most every staff member including physicians.  It was a pissing match against Baptist Memorial for the feeder hospitals along highway 51 toward the Shelby market.  The county got an extra ten million over market value for an outdated facility.

There were 7 of us and it was a clusterfuck of epic proportions as all of us went from paper to computers.  MLBH scooped the whole deal up with plans to headquarter in Jackson.  My most favorite O ever was Dick McCormick who got thrown under that bus prior to a 2003 sale to Community Health Systems. My mother stayed mad at the UMC until her death for that but she still kept showing up for services.  That's faith.

So umm.  I'm two days into a 7 day stretch.  Fortunately today didn't involve any standing around in lead so I managed to visit Kim and order some tabs for the ginormous blood bank manual.  I never said I was good with deadlines, but I get them done.  We chatted with Benny today about the car theft and he actually knows the guy who found crackhead in his truck on Jamestown Road.  What a small world it is.

Keep smiling ~

Monday, June 5, 2017

respect thy elders

Our mayor is 95 years old and holding.  Back in the day she worked at the hospital too in central supply where the surgical instruments were sterilized.  It was an entire department dedicated to autoclaving stuff then.  Everybody loved her, me included.  One of her favs was our pathologist Dr Palacios, a Cuban refugee who eventually retired to ( of course ) somewhere in Florida.  Before him was Dr Inclan, also a boat person.  Mozella was a latecomer to the community not showing up until around 1945 when she married Earl and they proceeded to have a bunch of kids and live life in that little house that still stands in their memory about to slide off the hill into the bottoms.  She is close to being with Earl and Ronnie and all the others after a life well lived.  If I had a nickel for every B12 shot I've given her, I'd be a rich woman.  "Now chile..."  It's another piece of my heritage fading away.  I've had a lot of good times with her family over the years.  

We had some flash flooding today which means I drove through a ton of water to get up the hill.  I got word from the insurance adjustor today that a check is on the way to replace my spare and partially cover the tow from grand theft auto.   My house smells like rosemary because I cooked some chicken last night in the crock pot with homegrown plus a little basil.  I was too hungry to wait for it but it'll be good warmed up.  

Marvelous Monday, indeed ^j^

Sunday, June 4, 2017


I have a seven day stretch at the sawmill in front of me so I've taken this weekend to hibernate like a bear.  After sleeping in until 10:30 yesterday I was back in bed with the dogs by 7:30 and snoozed until 9 today.  It's rained on and off so no redneck waterhose is necessary.  I ventured out to the nursing home today to see Mozella but she was out like a light snoring so I let her sleep.  As she would say " now chile " ........

Just got off the phone with Bubba who is coming off of vacay tomorrow.  We're finalizing our burial plans, etc at the little graveyard down by the river on Gerald's place. He took the lead and got it all done legally.  I love me some brothers. Tommy called yesterday while he was en route to do weather in Charlottesville.  That's about the only chance he has to talk what with kids and business.  

Millette and Ron showed up mid-afternoon with a truck full of stuff for Reaves.  My living room looks like Toys R Us.  The blessings just keep on coming.  

That's my story and I'm sticking to it ~

Saturday, June 3, 2017

slowing down

My friend Kay and I were talking yesterday as we walked down the steps to get breakfast about getting older.  She's a year ahead of me but seems to have boundless energy whereas I'm usually dragging ass around like an old lady.  I will be 62 in a few months which is something that seemed impossible when I was a thirty something and thought I had the world by the tail. Boy was I misguided!

I remember over the years that my parents told me it would go quickly, and more so as you get up in years.  The days and weeks just kind of blend together now consisting of work and more work with very little time for fun.  If life were fair, 62 would be normal retirement age for full benefits including healthcare.  That way the working middle class could enjoy the fruits of their respective labors.  Probably the biggest reason that most of us continue to work is for the insurance which is pretty sad.  I love my job and the people that I work with.  I'm just kind of wore ass out.  

I ventured out into the heat this morning to pick up a prescription for doxy following a tick bite.  Planning my route, I got detergent at a twofer price at Walgreen's and gas at the next convenience store.  I know I need to get out more but I cherish the quiet time here on the farm.  Finally I picked up the estimate for a spare tire replacement from Patterson Brothers which will complete my insurance claim on the car theft.  And then I go to court on Friday to face him.  I'll be sure to take a blood pressure pill that day.  

The passenger side door handle has now broken off so it's back to the scrap yard for all that again.  The only way to get in and out on that side is now by doing the smooth move under the broken off OUTSIDE handle to open the door.  Luckily nobody ever rides with me much.  

Cousin Mo is about to hit her storage shed with baby items for Reaves on the way.  Bless her in this heat is all I can say.  She's one of those with natural beauty who never seems to sweat.  

Serenity ~

Friday, June 2, 2017

say my name

I work with a lot of people, about 500 to be in the ballpark.  For the past month i've been on an alternate work assignment and have learned a lot about how the heart can be repaired.  I sit in that room covered in lead that is like a surgical suite with people who have been referred for treatment.  Most of the staff gets called by name.  I'm the random one in the corner who gets called sweetie looking like a nuisance to them.  We talk and cut up and share history but for the most part it's all business.  We need our jobs.  I'm an outsider.  

Aside from all that, my photography teacher came out and walked me down to the dairy barn to take pictures with his fancy ass camera.  His wife didn't have the shoes for it and he was on a mission with the tripod so there you go.  Did I mention how I hate to sweat?  I'm healing nicely from the derm treatments last week and looking forward to a date with the nitrous again so we can start with new skin that isn't sun damaged.  It's more user friendly than chemo.  

Here's the thing.  If only I had some cannabis oil this would all be a moot point.  Big Pharm has kept that issue at bay for many years.  CBDs have a positively curative effect with holistic health but this is illegal in most venues these days.  What a shame.

I blame you know who.

Thursday, June 1, 2017

the heat is on

As usual, we're at 90 on the 1st day of June here in TN and lord how I hate to sweat.   I enjoy the growing season, but not much else about summer.  Since I can't be out in the sun and water because of previous sun damage, the thrill is totally gone.  No more pool for me.  I would like to have just a little wading pool to put in the shade but then it gets full of grass so there ya' go.  I spent all of my teenaged summers as a fair skinned lifeguard at the Moose Pool so I got an early start on the damage.  Sunscreen?  Pffft, I thought.  Let's get a tan.  I'm paying dearly for it now.  

I went to get my tags renewed today only to find that the state had put a hold code on the registration because of the theft. Ten minutes on the phone with them by a lovely woman at the county court clerk's office fixed the problem.  Ooops, they said.  Forgot to remove that hold when the car was found.  Next Friday is when I face dude in court.  I'm sure he will be sorry his thieving self got caught in a string of burglaries and whatnot.  Buh bye.  

Right now I feel like I'm in purgatory....stuck in the middle forever.  I'm trying to be quiet enough to hear God's voice in the midst of all the chaos.  The no worry stone was in my pocket all day today for just that reason and I rubbed it often as I ran here there and yon.  I'm feeling a shift toward self care which is always a good thing.  


Wednesday, May 31, 2017

permaculture and a wood fire

I just finished watering the bales and lighting a fire up front which will promptly go out due to all the green and dampness.  Thats least I won't be on the front page of the State Gazette as poster girl for not watching the burn bans more closely.  There are acres of wheat out here that could be torched in a heartbeat by someone careless.  I remember one time that bean field in front of Donna's house caught fire from a downed power line and it took multiple agencies working together to get it out.  Lots of folks out there watching.  

The day I burned off the asparagus and it got away into the bean stubble I thought I was a goner because my Daddy would kill me.  Me and Debbie Cox put it out best we could with rakes and brooms and it stopped when the flames hit asphalt.  Daddy just laughed as he drove by in his Toyota truck. Silly girl!  What have you done.  

Ryan's guys did the yard yesterday evening and one dude stood knee high in poison ivy weed eating.  The other one drove like a madman making squares in the grass.  The beautiful thing about straw gardening is that every bit that you lay down and nurture will return as compost for the next season.  I've gotten two seasons out of two carelessly placed bales with a few Bonnie plants.  It beats pushing a tiller like Daddy did.  

Speaking of which, I'm really missing my parents.  It has been two years since all of the dying started and only now can I look back and see the true progression of things as they were.  If there were one wisdom I could pass to those who are seeking, it would be spend less time giving to your work and more time with family.  I was the kind who never called in with a sick kid or when I was sick myself.  For forty years I've done that and it just doesn't feel right anymore.  My first grandchild is a bun in the oven and that's what it's all about at the moment.  I'm thinking a six month plan and working it like a trojan.  

Here's the thing.  The more you give the more people expect.  Period.  They don't mean to use you but they do because they don't know any other way to be and you won't stop trying to be more.  Trust is something that comes from the gut when your inner voice is working clearly.  I believe I've found something new in that area which goes nicely with casting a line toward something better.  

I know.  I'm rambling because I can.  Bubba and I are researching details on the ash burial this past weekend because it was a one day hit and miss thing with no time to get the history straight.   More later after a chat with Kansas City.

Clarity ~

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

the devil in the details

Four days away from the sawmill gave me just enough vision to see what it would be like without having to face the drama every day.  It is presently 85 degrees and holding so I suppose it's time for irrigation system launch the redneck water hose.  That requires going out in the heat again which I'm not fond of.  What a dilemma.

Season 3 gave me the incentive to go back and start over with Bloodline.  There are SO many layers with all the flashbacks and such.  As soon as I get paid me and the boys are going to see Dr. Pierce and get some itch relief.  Oscar hasn't had a cut since he's been here and both of them scratch the shit out of my arms in joy to see me.  Also, if Oscar is settled in next to me and I move quickly, he's been known to bite a foot.  It will take a mega doggie valium to get him clean.  Pierce bought Daddy's herd when they went out of the cattle business and I see him often at the chicken store early morning after he and Ava have visited the farm on Sorrell's Chapel.

I long for a simple life where I can make ends meet without stressing over every little thing.  Right now my home is the only solace I have and it's got a todiefor view.  Just saying.  I hit a squirrel on the way home today and apologized to his dead body in the rearview.  In my Pollyanna mind, he got up and scampered off to the tree.  



Monday, May 29, 2017

free day

On this the day that we celebrate the lives of those who died for our country inservice, I say thank you to all who have served to protect our freedoms.  A lot of them are threatened and not just by enemies abroad.  Freedom of speech is pretty risky these days and downright dangerous in a peaceful protest situation as we have seen with Occupy and Standing Rock.  Our foretathers weep over that one even if they did run an entire nation out of their homes and industrialize it.  

Writing the name Trump is not worth typing five letters anymore so I vow never to do it again unless I forget and am on a rant.  The more attention he gets, the looser his cannon is.  I have a feeling that a lot of heads are gonna' roll, not just his.  

As a lifelong healthcare provider I have reach out to the governor and both senators of Tennessee regarding healthcare. 
They acknowledge that they "hear" me but continue to try and kill medicaid while protecting big pharm and insurance.  If it were not for TennCare, my grandchild would not be getting the top notch pre-natal care she's receiving.  Those who are at a point in life where insurance premiums are out of reach such as minimum wage workers are often not offered healthcare as a benefit.  Such is the case with her.  I do not believe in entitlements for those who work the system.  That's why we're in the shape we're in.  The oversight is pitiful for Medicare fraud and abuse which the biggest reason that the price tag is so high in the industry.

I took a break and talked to Lorna for an hour about hopes and dreams and gratitude.  It was uplifting and positive which is what I crave these days.  The effects of the nitrous are showing now with a lot of skin sluffing which is okay by me.  Kill the squamous.  

Time to hook up the redneck waterhose ~

Sunday, May 28, 2017


Quite by accident I had some visitors today who were scattering ashes behind the dairy barn.  Bubba and Hub had told me what the plan was and I got a call to come and be a witness.We met and talked they walked up through the poison ivy with me to do the deed.  The ashes were from 2006 and 2017 respectively, mother and son.  They are together on that knoll now, Miller and Anne.  Tears were flowing and I said a little prayer in spite of myself.  In the name of father, the son and the holy spirit,  Amen.

I've been watching too much Bloodline and it's getting really heavy so I needed a break and ran to the chicken store.  The laundry is started and Patrick brought supper.  All is well.  Last night was wave after wave of thunderstorms according to weather underground and their alerts.  I heard them but didn't seek shelter.  I figure if it's dangerous my brother will call me.  He's a weatherman and all.

Ashley and I talked out front while she was taking a break about that feeling of being trapped in a job.  That place is a madhouse full of idiot customers 24/7.  It's the only store between Four Points and Dyersburg since the Plaza and Dairy Queen washed away.  Well, there's Bag a Burger but you have to wait.  

This is a food desert.  Outside of Dollar Generals and fast food there is nothing.  It's like a major ordeal to navigate Lake Road over to Kroger which is why I rarely go.  If someone had the money to invest in a grocery store near the airport they would be giving everybody a break and could make a million. 

I'm just rambling and dreaming.  That's what time off is for. 

aches and pains

Day 2 after a fall is usually the one where all the soreness kicks in which is happening right now.  I remember Dr. Algee telling me that the biggest cause of injury and illness in elders is falling.  I slept for 14 hours through multiple thunderstorms and got up slowly then headed to the gentral for basics.  Got tons of laundry to do!

My non-worry stone sits on the desk reminding me daily that through all things God strenghthens me.  I drove down to the cabin to see if the other glads have bloomed but not yet.  James Frank and I caught up on their family's plans in the driveway.  Our mayor probably won't go home from the rehab.  There is nobody to care for her during the day, which is the usual story.  I told him I felt his frustration like so many others.  At 96 she needs constant watching.  

This is yet another piece of the crumbling healthcare infrastructure.  Long term care is terribly expensive and unless you are penniless or rich, it's a struggle to afford.  Mamye and I sat yesterday and made a list of all the folks who have done their jobs well while Steve has been hospitalized.  We rarely hear the good things....only complaints.  I've been pretty critical of the management at the chicken store so I stopped by with a happy card for my favorite girls there.  Everybody needs an attaboy now and then.

Me and the dogs are chilling while the cat creates mayhem.....the usual suspect.  She loves to knock stuff off as an attention getter.  Right now she's behind my back on the chair purring her little heart out.  Fed and happy.  

Still humble here ^j^

Saturday, May 27, 2017


I have no memory of what happened until I woke up on the floor staring at the ceiling.  I laid there for a few minutes and then got up and got my bearings to go to bed.  My BP was a little elevated at the doc's office yesterday so I went and had it checked this morning and it was even higher.  I haven't been taking the benzapril as prescribed so there you go.  I try to remember to take it at night because I can barely go if I take it with my other morning meds.  I woke up feeling "dauncy" as the little general says, and with a bruised butt.  

I went by the hospital to see Steve and Mamye and he's much better.  There was a big thunderstorm early this morning and I managed to go back to sleep when it passed.  Did a little shopping and headed home, still not feeling quite right.  And I took that pill by golly.  

Season 3 of Bloodline is full of twists and turns already.  I won't be the spoiler alert on that just watch for yourselves.  My friend Lorna was living in Islamorada when filming began there several years ago and worked at a cafe where part of the footage took place.  It was a huge boost for the local economy while it lasted. 

Be safe, healthy and forever grateful~

Friday, May 26, 2017

adventures with dermatology

My derm friend hit a lot of spots today with nitrous and some kind of shot for the wart that will not die.  I paid cash for the co-pay thanks to a generous benefactor.  Kent and I go all the way back to his move here from San Diego.  I met his lovely wife Laura that day and also Melissa.  She and Lauren became fast friends.  He and I worked together in a number of settings and he has always been fun.  Kim is on much needed vacay but I have return appointments so I'll catch up with her then.

I last talked to Mamye yesterday afternoon.  I called her up to chat only to find that she and Hippie are at the hospital where he was admitted last night.  That is NOT a privacy violation because she told me as a friend.  We're playing "i'm dealing with all this" tag so there will be more updates.  You can tell there are storms brewing because the wind is from the south and hot.  I stopped by Hub's body shop today to touch base with him on the burial this weekend.  I'm trying to work with that and an invitation to a picnic meet and greet with a certain group in Jackson.  

The beautiful thing about giving up control is that peace comes.  I believe that if one searches his or her soul and determines what is right and true, the rest will work itself out.  Call me Pollyanna but that's my mother in me I reckon.  She was a control freak from the get go but we all enjoyed her entertaining!!!! I visited the mayor this morning prior to therapy and stopped by the cabin to pick a single yellow glad that is daddy's legacy.  It's sad there now and I don't go much.

I will refrain from being political today and just ask everybody to do unto others as you would have them do unto you.  The Trump train is about to derail and there will be chaos. When the Pope gives you the evil eye, your number is up.

I believe I can fly~

Thursday, May 25, 2017

mini vacay

I have four days off.  Do you know how freakin' good that feels right now?  Um..yeah.  It couldn't have come at a better time just saying.  I received another financial blessing today that brought me to tears because it was a kind of letting go of a friend in some ways.  He had the courage to do the next right thing for he and his family and I admire that.  Boundaries are what's up.

Other than that, I've got nothing.  I relish the thought of four days with no agenda other than a doctor appointment and playing, even if it's inside.  Looks like rain, you know.  As for today it's kind of like the perfect one....low 70's and nice breeze with clear skies.  That's for you Jim.

Will holla'

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

back to step one

My heart sank when I checked my balance yesterday and found myself in the hole with ten days to go until the eagle poops.  I have no savings or even any cushion....just living check to check as a single gal.  I was cutting it close what with the impound fee and new tires so when I got paid on Friday I immediately paid what HAD to be paid or get cut off.  Posting is wonky on the weekends so I didn't realize until yesterday I had gone into overdraft again.  35 bucks a pop times 2.  I immediately realized I'd have to put off my appointment with the derm folks for this squamous cell thing because I didn't have the money.  I made the call and cancelled then shut the laptop and wandered outside to walk the yard.

*kaching* went the phone.  It was a message from a lifelong friend offering help.  And then others came through for me today.  I am humble beyond words.  

Got a call from the police this morning that I was being served with a summons to appear in court for the State vs car thief.  What's so ironic is that his court date is at 9AM on the same day I report for jury duty at 1PM.  I feel the universe moving on that deal.  

And so it goes.  I feel like my tribe has me enfolded in their arms and that all will be well as long as I continue to do the next right thing.  

Faith ~

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

chicken killers

My neighbor Bev called today wanting to know if I had seen strange dogs around to which I replied no.  A pair of dogs killed two of her chickens and she even saw one headed down the road with the poor bird in his mouth.  This is the very reason that Larry went to a "new " home because he was trying to get to her birds.  It's like a zoo down there with chickens and ducks and even a huge rabbit on the back porch in a crate.  Country girl to the core.  

Two days on my feet have pretty much negated that restful weekend but it was good while it lasted.  Hopefully I'll catch up over the Memorial day break which happened upon me quite serendipitously thanks to Sue and Kim.  I'll pay the piper later but it's worth it.  It's been a year since my last vacay to the beach and things don't look too good for time off in the near future.  

I'm sickened over the most recent suicide bombing in England that targeted kids.  This is the kind of thing that makes me vow never to fly commercial OR attend an event at a huge venue.  The idiots are everywhere just plotting damage for the glory of Allah.  Heh.  And people thought us old hippies were radical.  

While waiting for Bloodline and OITNB I've started over with Weeds and just loving seeing young Strange Botwin again.  Little boxes on the hillside little boxes made of ticky tacky!  I've pretty much checked in with everybody important so it's time to play with the redneck water hose.  

Love ya.  Mean it.  

Monday, May 22, 2017

okay i lied

I'm addicted to this writing thing and can't go a day without spewing my thoughts out into cyberspace.  Today has been a blessed one with lots of random conversations with people who love me.  Me and BG actually hooked her up with an Uber ride home from work.  Small world.

I've got the redneck waterhose going out back hanging on the company logo chair I got two years ago.  I move it around over the little straw bale patch.  Sometimes God works in mysterious ways when you show up and do your part.  So far mr snake has been hiding in the wheat.  It's about cuttin' time so I figure they'll all be up around here and I'll have to put the dogs and calico on them.

Always forward~

Sunday, May 21, 2017

save the turtles

After sleeping in again I went grocery shopping finally because well, you can only eat so much fast food.  Another gentral run to get the hummingbird feeders I forgot and then one last run to the chicken store.  As I was pulling out from Samaria Bend by Tiffany's corner, I spotted a huge turtle smack in the middle of  51 North.  As I sat there watching traffic pass it was pretty cool to see how every single vehicle went AROUND him instead of just making him road kill.  By the time I came back 10 minutes later, he was gone.  It just took him minute to get across the road into the ditch.  

The weather is gorgeous...perfect for outside play which is where I'm headed.  Ya'll hold it between the lines and keep the faith ^j^

Saturday, May 20, 2017

out and about

I slept until 930. It was heavenly for sure.  I feel sorry for people who aren't wired to rest for a long time because that's the only thing that keeps me going.  I started with Lowe's where I scored two five dollar ferns because they "have too many."  Hell yes.  I was also on the hunt for LED light bulbs and compost.  I found both and even advised a man to buy the humus rather than topsoil for his planting.  Yep...I'm on fire for gardening!

Next was the pharmacy where I ran into my Bubba and we chatted in the parking lot. " Don't leave your keys in the car" he said.  Smartass!  From there it was downtown to pay off my tires and visit the crack dealer Pennington's where we were all entertained by a man who does amazing card tricks.  My buddy Stanley is sort of my personal shopper there. I ran into the same couple I had seen at Lowe's so I reckon everybody's on a mission.  

As I was headed over the bridges toward the south I passed a figure shrouded in white carrying a "repent" sign.  That's not something you see everyday but then again.....I just drove on past her toward the 'gentral where I found a cute cheap dress and shoes and stood in line for about 15 minutes while the poor manager/cashier multitasked her little heart out while: talking on the phone about deposits, blowing up helium balloons for a baby shower and generally doing a good job at all of it.  There is a new store in RoEllen and her manager is going there plus two of her recent hires. It's not fair but it's the way things go.  

There is a golf tournament going on behind me to benefit Youth Villages which is an annual fundraiser for them.  It's busier than usual over that way obviously.  Local businesses sponsor teams which is a nice way to do things.  Our city course is very very nice considering the size of our town.  

Seize the day ~

Friday, May 19, 2017

the week that would not end

Today was chaos from start to finish just like the entire rest of the week.  If i didn't have a calendar in front of me I couldn't even tell you what day it is.  Oh's Friday.  Thank goodness.  And I'm off the weekend.  Do I hear an amen?

I brought work home with me because it's too chaotic up in there to concentrate on anything other than keeping the boat floating.  As you may have noticed, I had my first encounter with mr snake yesterday afternoon and he was huge all curled up around the straw bale in the cool dampness.  He got sprayed with the water hose and slithered off somewhere else to hide and scare the bejesus out of me another day.  I don't care if they are good ones, I hate them in my space.  

The car thief was due in court again today so I'll have to go check and see it he got sprung or got additional charges.  My guess would be the latter.  Tomorrow will be errand day because I haven't had time for squat lately.  Gotta' pay the piper and all that.  

I hear thunder and I do believe a nice thunderstorm would be a proper finish to this day as long as the power doesn't go out.  Then it's plan B.  

Adios ~

Thursday, May 18, 2017

today's news

Okay, I am totally floored that Trump is considering Uncle Joe for FBI director unless there is something about his becoming an indpendent that I'm missing.  At a time when this country should be moving forward and seeking change for the masses the media and the GOP are still rehashing old news like Benghazi and Hillary's emails.  Both were mistakes and cannot be undone.  Let it go.  

I've never been a big grunge fan but was shocked to hear about the suicide of Chris Cornell following a show in Detroit.  Who knows what the demons were, but evidently it was bad enough to be done with a life that included a stunning career in music and a family.  More shades of 13 Reasons I reckon.  

Tomorrow is payday and hopefully there will be enough to pay off the tires, internet, garbage pickup and more plus buy a little food.  My dinners lately have consisted of cheese sammiches and fast food reheated.  I have one tiny little head of brocolli on the one plant that survived the early planting.  I'm ready for round two in ernest after Patrick's tilling.  More compost and straw are on Saturday's to do list.  

The orange day lilies are heavy with buds that should show up pretty soon and then the spring flowers will be gone.  That's always a bummer.  Even the hostas are sending out the shoots that will bear flowers.  We're about a month ahead of usual on everything.  

Watch out for snakes ~

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

drama mamas

I am such a live and let live person that those who bitch and piss and moan literally wear me down.  They're work and on occasion I'm one of them.  Normally I stay clear of the conflict but as it swirls around you it's hard to ignore.  Friends and family also have things that are distressing and I have to set limits when discussing their issues so as not to get sucked in.  It's a learned behavior and therapy plus a desire for sanity have helped me to stay out of the fray.  

The wind is fierce and hot from the south slapping the crepe myrtle all over the tin roof of the basement steps.  I touched base with Hub who is the contact person for this family ash spreading next week and he promised to give me a call when his friends get here.  I love that little piece of history which has been added to our story by the universe.  

We are blessed this week with George Patton who is one of my all time favorite field reps and Methodists.  We discussed the changes coming with Annual Conference and who's getting whom in between calibrations, phone calls and all the rest of the chaos that is the lab.  Cousin Marilyn stopped by while I was out and left a message that she loves me and was going out to steal my car!  Gotta love it.

Millette sent me a pic this morning of my wedding day where my blushing bride self was flanked by my mother and grandmother aka Gaga.  That was 38 years ago and I looked very young which I was.  I wore my late cousin Debbie's wedding dress and the maids were dressed in yellow gingham.  Total vintage 70s cuteness. We got an emergency call from the best man on the day before that the pants to his brown tux didn't fit but that got fixed somehow.  I cried all the way down the aisle on my Daddy's arm to face my future husband in front of Willis G and Oscar Bruce at FUMC on the corner of Main and McGaughey.  It being May and all my mother was stoned on allergy meds and sat on the carpeted steps next to me before her escort down.  

My DSL went out night before last while I was watching Bloodline getting ready for season 3 so I spent 30 minutes on the phone lining up a tech visit for today.  He came and fixed a broken wire at the box on the road before I even got off.  Thanks dude!  Hotspot uses too much data.  According to the locals, I'm at the end of the line for their reach from Troy Avenue.  I expect them to cut me off any time because of the hassle of keeping one customer online.  It's my only option other than satellite which costs twice as much.  

That's all I know other than I'm uneasy about the upcoming impeachment because then all the focus goes from Trump to Pence and Ryan and that's even scarier.  Who the hell is Pence anyway????

Faithful always ~


Tuesday, May 16, 2017

arrogance personified

You would think that after 40 years of working with doctors who think they're gods I would be used to a tongue lashing.  Actually it hasn't happened for a very long time until today and it totally caught me off guard.  I'll spare the details but I was humiliated in front of my peers one more time.  It will be the last.  "He's been in a mood" she said.  Not acceptable in my book.

Corporate ag came and went quickly and I never saw him.  He and Bubba visited Mozella and caught up on some family history with William.  That's it until the big house moving in the fall.  There will be a memorial service over Memorial Day weekend out here behind the dairy barn for some folks who worked Ferguson Farm back in the day.  Ashes to ashes and all that.  I hope to meet up with the fam and do some pics for them so they can concentrate on the ceremony.  

My mama always told me if you don't have anything nice to say just shut up.  That is what I'll do now because I'm smooth worn out with the drama of every day life.  There seems to be very little justice in the world and when there is it's about making money.  

And so it goes ~

Monday, May 15, 2017

and the cupboard was full

Today has been a whirlwind sort of thing.  I swapped hours and went in at 6 so that I could get BG on the road back to Jackson and ended up stuck past quitting time.  I scurried on home and scooped her and we did a little business before hitting 412.  That's when the phone started ringing.  Now, I cannot talk and drive, I'm just saying.  She answered the phone once and it was Bubba who understood.  My other neighbor who's been sick down at the mayor's house called and asked me if I could bring her some distilled water for her C-Pap when I got back to town.  Okay then.  After passing by some sort of huge fire at Crockett Mills and stopping in at the Four Points 'gentral I found them to be "out."  Seeing as how I'm almost a nurse I figured bottled water would work so I got her two big ones and proceeded to deliver them.  No answer at the door.

I was pulling out when I saw a young woman and child in the yard waving at me so I pulled back in and explained that it was all they had.  Don't you want to come in and see her, she asked.  That's when I slammed the door on my finger and hollered SHIT.  Next step is to ice that baby down.  It's the bird finger on my other hand opposite where I dislocated the same one so I'm sure arthritis will have me by the middle finger soon.  

Anywho, my buddy Kevin came to and shared about all his adventures like dog burying ( can I relate! ) and Mondays are crazy.  My friendship with him began many years ago at First United Methodist Church in Youth Club.  He came with his buddies and is now a devout Nazarene.  

I love it when that happens ~

Sunday, May 14, 2017

yo mama

Today is the one where we honor our mothers with something special.  I got an early wakeup call from BG and headed to Jackson to pick her up.  She had just finished a ten hour graveyard shift and was helping people out with breakfast when I got there.  After a brief stop to purchase a quart of oil from Mr. Indian store owner and putting it in the Camry, we headed for home.  It's a gorgeous day but already hot and sultry like Tennessee summer.  

We hit up the 'gentral at Four Points for pillows and I dropped her tired bones at the house while I made a trip to put some pink peonies on Mom's grave.  I didn't stay long because she is not there.  After that I stopped by the rehab to visit Mozella only she was sound asleep so I asked the roommate to tell her I had stopped by.  On the way out I ran into a Mr. John Stafford and we quickly found a common link what with the name and all.  He's from the Lenox tribe but just so happens to be a parishioner of my daddy's late cousin's husband Bill Oakley.  And he was waiting on a ride to church in his motorized wheelchair.  Small world indeed.

Last stop was Sonic for a bacon double cheeseburger for us to split.  Presently Lauren is passed smooth out in my room with Oscar at her feet.  They were ECSTATIC to see her.  She's in a lot of pain because of an old tailbone injury and can have nothing but tylenol so it's pretty miserable.  

I sent a message to the City of Dyersburg praising the officer who worked my case, Ms. L Ward.  They had been looking for this guy for awhile and he was wanted in a string of car break ins and thefts.  Stealing my trusty little Camry was his last act aside from breaking into the other guy's truck to sleep.  Ironically, I got a summons for jury duty in yesterday's mail.  Hmmmm.

And justice for all ~

Saturday, May 13, 2017

insult to injury

After a 12 hour nap I got up and ready for a 'gentral run and popped the trunk to load garbage bags.  That's when I discovered that the sonofabitch who stole my car took the spare, presumably to sell the rim.  Which I'm sure was on his agenda before he left the car at the mall.  The scrapyard is closed today ( right on Samaria Bend ) but I will be up there on Monday with asshat's picture and my car asking if anybody remembers anything.  They see so much of that kind of stuff I doubt it but who knows.  Maybe they have cameras or something.  

His bond was set at 12,500 in court yesterday so here's hoping nobody cares enough to get him out because my keys are still out there floating around somewhere.  From what I hear the guy who found him asleep in his truck is over six feet tall and dude is a scrawny little fucker.  He had broken INTO the truck and was taking a little nap.  I also noticed that when I picked the car up the tire iron was right next to the driver's seat  meaning he was ready to whack something or somebody.  The whole thing makes me physically sick.  

It's a whole 'nother world out there on the streets amongst the thieves and addicts.  Most crimes of this type are committed by someone feeding a drug habit, and around here it's usually meth or crack or opiates.  TONS of meth because we are redneck central.  

I went to Hulu to watch the handmaids and found that I've changed cards since I last logged in.  Oh well.  That can wait for payday.  Meanwhile, the garbage folks have cut me off and I don't blame them.  It was nice while it lasted.  I'm in the hole because of having to pay the towing bill unexpectedly.  Thanks scrawny little mofo meth head.  

This is the second mother's day without hearing mine's voice.  Last year I went into total meltdown mode and cried all day.  This year I will honor her with a vase of peonies at her grave.  I had hoped that BG could come home for a couple of days so we could be together.  We'll see how things work out.  With both of us working and no backup plus one car and 45 miles between us it's like working a puzzle.  

I'm going through hand me downs from Katie and keeping the onesies that are gender neutral.  There are promises all over of a swing, pack and play, high chair and more.  Reaves will totally have what she needs.  I feel for BG being mega pregnant in August and September.  Been there done that and it wasn't fun.  

If you see Jessie Pinkman on a bike holla ~

Friday, May 12, 2017

taking care of business

My brothers and daughter and I have talked about my final wishes which include cremation and a memorial stone in Gerald's front yard burial ground all legal and whatnot thanks to Bubba. I have always been fascinated by the place and even climbed through sticker bushes before it was cleaned out.  It's a well maintained and shaded spot near the Forked Deer river on a slight hill which I fell down once and tore a hamstring.  That shit bad~ My whole leg turned purple and I couldn't sit for about 3  months.  Lauren was there with me and it freaked her out!

Thank you sweet baby jeebus, today was better at the sawmill.  I was so tired after the past three days that I overslept this morning.  That's what the "meh" was about.  I have really cool neighbors and Pat stopped by for a beer and some chat yesterday on his way to mow the yard.  Mamye was doing the first of a three day run delivering Mother's Day flowers.  I talked to many people and told the same story about 100 times.  The jokes are still flying about the ugliest car in that lot getting stolen.  Dude will be incarcerated for a very long time...just saying.  He's got a rap sheet a mile long at 26.  What a waste of life.

I've been so busy I only that Trump is heading at warp speed to the end of his not so historical term because people don't like it when he fires the head of the agency invesgating his election for fraud and or tampering.  It's good to see Kelly Baby out there cheering for him again.  She's been out of sight for some time thank goodness.  My next show is the Handmaiden one.  That should help my attitude toward the government, right?  

Peace be still ^j^