Wednesday, December 11, 2019

ole smokey

This is the name of a distillery in Gatlinburg TN.  Evidently they did not anticipate that their Salted Caramel would be such a big hit.  Neither liquor store has had any since Thanksgiving.  I'm picky about what I drink and I prefer the flavored stuff.  The first time I tasted it after Yaya recommended, I had to say "Devil....not today."  Anyway Crown has a version of it that is seasonal so I decided to try that out.  Not the same kids.  Okay now the whole world knows I like to take a shot.  Sue me.

Today was exercise and errands.  I met a sweetheart of a girl at the mall to pick up some clothes for Reaves and stopped by another favorite place for a gift card.  I've bought this kid so many clothes and there's only two toys.  Not to worry.  She will be well dressed.  

On my way home I thought I spotted a poacher on the road until I recognized Gerald.  We live a mile apart and rarely see each other.  We chatted while he picked up "enough to make a pie" and then went our separate ways.  He is the elder of this community now.  

I refuse to be anything but positive, even if in a snarky way.  That's just my style.  I pour my heart out onto this blog day after day and sometimes it's nothing more than taking out the garbage or one of those series of events that you can't make up.  

Y'all be blessed.

Tuesday, December 10, 2019

facebookland

That is what my friend Pax calls this wonderful tool of communication within an online community.  Of my 1500 friends I probably know 500 personally.  Many of them have been my friends since I started blogging all those years ago and though we've never met, we know each other because the internet don't lie if you're telling the truth.  

Once of those old friends hasn't been around for awhile and I thought of her today while watching PTT by Kristen.  Lois is a hoot and even did some time at second city.  My favorite roving reporter piece was on a turkey testicle festival.  UCMTSU. That's the kind of comedy that I like.  Happy shit, stupid shit, satire and if you don't get the satire just move along.  Kristen Hampton makes me LOL.  So do Trae Crowder, Stephen Colbert and everybody on SNL from season 1. Amy Schumer. Wanda Sykes.  On and on, they make me laugh.  

Most of them do not use "cursies" in their routine with Trae being an obvious exception.  It's part of his character y'all.  Rednecks cuss whether they're liberal or not.  His act is satirical and heavily influenced by politics like with Colbert.  I eat that kind of stuff up.  What I admire most about them is that they are positive people.  They look for ways to urge people to be nice and understanding and otherwise not so holier than thou.  

I am not watching any more impeachment crap.  Call me when it's over and we'll all hold hands and sing kumbaya.  We could probably burn some sage and light candles for a spiritual transformation to sanity.  

Peace and love ^j^ 

Monday, December 9, 2019

dumpster diving

This has been quite the day, gloomy but warm and windy ahead of the cold front.  I went to exercise this morning and made a few personal phone calls waiting for time to take my client grocery shopping.  That involved two wheelchairs because the motorized shopping scooters were both taken.  About the time I got him inside some kid came rolling up with one.  Our lucky day, so it seemed.  I parked the wheel chair in what I thought was an appropriate place to not get stolen and when I went to look for it after checkout it was gone.  OMG.  I asked the checker if she had seen anybody with it and she pointed to where their wheelchairs are parked.  Good save.

As we were wrapping up business I couldn't find the mailbox key despite multiple retracing of my steps from car to apartment.  I had dropped it on the office floor.  Whew.  He paid me twenty bucks and I took a small sack of garbage to throw in the dumpster.  When I headed to get something to eat I couldn't find the money that I thought I had put in my jacket pocket.  Somewhere between that office and my car I had lost it.  I kept telling myself I'd find it later stuck somewhere in my purse of car.  Nada.  The only thing I can think is that it was in my hand when I threw that bag of garbage.  Easy come easy go I reckon.  I'm sure not going back to town to dig through that dumpster.  

This is the second time I've lost a 20 in a month.  Hopefully whoever found them needed it more than me.  Happy to make somebody's day!  It's all on me because I'm not organized at all and stick money here there and yonder.  I've had three debit cards this year because of misplacing them.  I seriously need a keeper.  

Anywho, at least I can say I know how to drive the scooter at Cash Savers.  I got stuck trying to get over a bump back into the store and an elderly gentleman helped by giving me a push.  I guess the battery was about dead.  

Keep the faith ^j^  Oh, and PS.  I dropped an entire brisket sandwich from Arby's down my chest while driving.  





Sunday, December 8, 2019

peace

Today the second  candle got lit.  We sang traditional carols and soaked up Advent as a joyous congregation.  I sat with Delores the stylish one and Hubert the usher.  My friends Will and Mary Beth brought the message through scripture and sermon.  Waiting is the theme.  For the birth of our Lord as an outcast in a barn.  The scripture included warnings and baptisms by John of honey and locusts and camel hair.  Prepare the way of the Lord, was his message.  Indeed.

As a hippie I have always embraced peace at all costs and was even there when the sign went up.  I have one hanging in my house made of copper.  To me the message is simple.  Just let it be.

We prayed today for our leaders all the way from local to POTUS.  For wisdom, clarity and an awareness of how many people are suffering.  Several young people have found their way to my kitchen table because I listen without judgement.  That's basically what therapy is.  Once the story is told, the power of that grief is gone.  Usually it is in response to not feeling "good enough" that people go off the rails.  Loving unconditionally and without judgement is what these people need.  I need it too.

Like Pelosi, I do not hate Trump.  I believe he is unqualified to lead this country and a GOP packed Senate is fueling the fire.  Somebody needs to grow a pair and break ranks.  Like several.  

Eventually it will be over, one way or another.  I will perhaps be able to have conversations with folks who drank too much koolaid for my liking.  These are the ones who were so totally trollish that I had to unfriend or unfollow them.  When you put political opinions on FB, you figure out who these people are pretty quickly.   But.  In the words of the late great Billy Yates:  "This too shall pass."

Saturday, December 7, 2019

put your lights on

I have two lamps that are very dear to me that don't work.  My friend T Lee is not only a master carpenter and woodworker but can also fix any damn thing.  I took the lamps to him this morning and he told me exactly what to get at Lowe's.   I love it when that happens.  We go alllllll the way back to teenage shenanigans.  The last time I went by there he and Logan were in the shop working on a piece for Logan's house and he gave me two bags of crappie fillets.  Pure gold, people.

Pecan picking is at a standstill for now until the next weather event or freeze.  One of my fondest memories is of my youngest brother climbing a pecan tree and shaking the devil out of it.  It was raining nuts!  

So I'm hearing that the White House declined the invitation to be a part of the impeachment hearings.  That says a lot right there.  If they were all innocent as they claim I'd say it would be a good move to at least show up and quit calling it a witch hunt.  This is serious business. The way that his cohorts are ignoring subpoenas I'd say they think they're above the law.  

I remember a conversation a few years ago with a friend about how we, as boomers, had known the best of times and that is gone..the simplicity.  The innocence.  The little guy who could support his family through small business and agriculture.  Unless we preserve that heritage for our kids and grandkids, they will never know how good we had it.  

My daughter was born into the financial boom and subsequent crash of the 80s.  We had two cars, owned a home and could afford quality daycare.  We went on family vacations.  My income, of course, was cut in half after the divorce but we had struggled so trying to maintain that lifestyle and credit was easy.  That whole snowball landed in a Chapter 7 bankruptcy back when they were available.  Now it takes an act of Congress for that.  

Once again, I found myself strapped and had to resort to a Chapter 13 four and a half years ago.  It's so close I can smell it.  That will give me 150 bucks a month for a car payment.  I've never been a very good money manager, I agree.  But I'm learning as a retiree on a fixed income to make ends meet.  If I find a part time cash job, and they show up when least expected, that keeps me out of overdraft.  I've done everything from water flowers to take a list and do the grocery shopping.  I enjoy doing things like that because it broadens my view on life, so to speak.  

Y'all keep on the sunny side ^j^

Friday, December 6, 2019

a healthcare story

I began work as a medical technologist at Parkview Hospital in 1977. We were sold by Dyer county to Methodist Health Systems following a nasty uprising by employees and physicians.  MHS offered 10M over market value for Dyersburg and soon after bought up the other six in West Tennessee. It was a bidding war between Methodist and Baptist and MHS won thanks to Maurice Elliott.  That meant they had a lot of damage control after this huge buy.  We went from paper to LIS in a matter of months which was pretty cool.  They treated us well and we got regular raises based on performance.  There were parties and Christmas gifts .  Free turkey dinner.  The volunteers, including my parents, were a big part of face value there.  They were honored as well.

Somewhere around 2003 the vision of MHS shifted from funneling patients to Memphis to being a transplant center. The entire West Tennesse seven were sold to Community Health Systems, a for profit rural healthcare brand.  They had facilities all over the country and were on a binge to get more.  There was a huge deal brokered by some hedge fund manager to merge with HMA in Nashville.  Once again, we changed hands.  The CHS stock was selling at 60 bucks a pop at one time.  Last time I checked it was about five dollars.  The merger was a huge mistake financially and they began to sell off what they had bought.  That was right after I retired.  

I have spoken with many patients and families who are extremely unhappy with inpatient care at this facility.  Many of them have said "enough" and gone elsewhere.  Ditto for the employees, at least the ones who care.  To be a healthcare practitioner requires patience, thought and compassion.  Otherwise it's just a job.  Is that what you want when you're sick or dying?

I got a bill today from said hospital for my part of carotid ultrasound.  203 bucks on a 1600 dollar charge after insurance. I get 10% off for paying within a month.  Why does a diagnostic test like that cost 2000 bucks?  Here is my theory.


My FNP sent me for those diagnostics and a referral to a surgeon to cover her ass and rightfully so.  I still don't know what I owe for that referral but I'm sure it's pricey.  Add to that I had to travel to Jackson to even SEE a specialist.  There is something wrong with this picture.  

One of my most vivid memories of work is when we hired Corizon to install and implement a cath lab.  That is when the diagnostics ramped up with stress tests and whatnot.  Funnel them to the cath lab.  I saw a lot of bad shit up in there.  

Basic healthcare is a right and I don't know the answer as long as things function as they are.  Medicare for all is not sustainable or economically viable but there must be a better way to keep us healthy.  Lifestyle choice....meh.  Unless you're a meth addict we mostly try to do the right thing for our bodies.  

One thing I know for sure is that our POTUS could care less.  Until others grasp that idea, it's all for naught.  


double duty

Following exercise this morning I picked a few pecans down the lane  These babies are monster size but not falling really well yet.  I had my phone in my pocket during that session but not during Amy's class.  I feel that I have met today's goal. 

What I gleaned from the MSM today is that there was another mass shooting at a naval base, Kamala dropped out and Trump still isn't in jail.  Oh, and Kerry endorsed Biden.  I don't really care who endorses whom.  I will make up my own mind and I watch closely.

I talked to my art coach yesterday and he was very complimentary about what I'm trying to do.  Positive, like a coach should be.  The schedule and artist list are set unless somebody wants to come out of the woodwork and bring something in.  Up front and center will be a painting that Gracie crafted for me with my initial.  There will be things from my home that reflect all avenues of art.  I guess you could call it an eclectic combination across all genres.  

I saw snow in next week's forecast but I guess it's time for a dusting.  I have very little shopping left to do and the whole month to make merry.  I got my yearly Christmas cards from Patsye and Kathy and I'm putting them around the door frame, old school style.  There will be pics.

Deck the halls ^j^

 


Thursday, December 5, 2019

mad skills

I went to the cabin to pick and though the trees are still full the ground is bare.  It has been picked and picked until some wind or rain comes along for round 2.  I looked around among the construction trash for something to whack them with.  Nothing was long enough and light enough to be any help.  What I need is PVC pipe.  That works like a charm!

I have numerous friends who are fighting health problems and I feel so bad for them. It is frustrating to be limited healthwise.  One buddy has a detached retina and will be having a second surgery tomorrow.  Don't ever take your eyesight for granted.  I've thought about that often through the years as I watched my mother lose her vision to macular degeneration.  She loved to read and watch TV.   In the end, she could do neither.  Not to be outdone, she listened to books on tape.  

I've begun to notice how nice people can be when you greet them with a smile.  "Mornin' sir."  "Thank you, darlin'" is all it takes to make the world a little bit better and Lord knows we need that right now.  I am so done with politics I could puke.  Everything in the government and court system takes so damn long.  Meanwhile people are losing their benefits while we invade Iran.  I'd go AWOL.  Do not mess with the Iranians.  Remember...nuclear power.  Ahem.

What is so seriously scary to me is the number of people who don't even see half of the picture, much less the big one.  Scandals are an every day happening and we've become numb to the craziness.  

I'm kind of riled up because I saw an old friend today and after talking a bit discovered that she had been through a lot of drama.  We almost got run over 5 times while we stood in the parking lot jabbering.  When I got back to the car I discovered I had left it running the whole time.  OMG

Drunks and idiots, God protects us all ^j^


Tuesday, December 3, 2019

*sigh*

That sigh of relief you hear is me being grateful and thankful for avoiding surgery on the blocked carotid.  I was very impressed with everybody at Jackson Clinic, including Dr. Thorne.  His advice was to do nothing because the internal carotid which goes to the brain is clear.  The external branch goes to the face but I've had no symptoms.  I was hoping for the best and expecting the worst.  I was planning on spending the night in Jackson but got out so quickly I made it home right at dark.  Praise be.

I slept until 1030 today which is not usual but then the two rowdy dogs were outside and didn't wake me up at sunrise.  Another blessing, indeed.   I was treated to a beautiful sunset during the ride home on 412.  

We are broke as a joke around here and still no job leads.  All I want is about 20 hours a week doing odd jobs for clients.  I'm great with people and willing to do most anything as long as it doesn't involve heavy lifting.  My shoulder says no to that.

Y'all be blessed and thankful for good health and happy times.


Monday, December 2, 2019

baby it's cold

My friend Larry called me with a heads up that the big wind knocked down a lot of pecans.  Today's temperature when I went to pick was 38 degrees and I lasted less than an hour, double layered and crawling.  The ground is still very wet and if you show up without permission I will cut you.  There are three of us who have access.  

I went to Pennington's aka the crack store and got another burlap bag so as to consolidate the bounty for hauling.  I may have to hire somebody to haul it Tatumville. Blowers rock.

I'm still remembering my dreams which is odd.  Must be something going on in Poopie's head.  My focus right now is on the art exhibit.  I went there today and took a couple of pics and measured the space.  Thank goodness they have a stepladder!

Over and out ^j^



Sunday, December 1, 2019

hope

I missed All Saint's Day at church and when I showed up today it was the first Sunday of Advent complete with communion.  I sat down front as usual with the cousins.  My dear friend PL showed up late wearing a sweatshirt with today's message.  Who among us has not felt hopeless?  The season of Advent is about waiting patiently for the baby in the manger.  I went to lunch with friends afterward and it was a lot of fun to be literally breaking bread with fellow believers.  

Lauren and Reaves rolled in shortly after and we had a nice visit as usual.  I let them open an early present which was the last of mama's Christmas village houses.  Of course the light didn't work!  Reaves picked pecans from the office stash and put them in various containers, giggling all the way.  Being Gaga is way fun.

Being hopeful?   That's a lifeline ^j^

Saturday, November 30, 2019

shop local

I originally got out just to vote but I decided to visit some small businesses and pimp them out on Small Business Saturday.  I shop locally as much as possible because I believe in boosting the economy of this area.  We have some really cool businesses run by both young and old entrepreneurs.  Of course I only visited a handful but it was an eye opening experience.  Small businesses are the friendliest because they really WANT you to have a pleasant experience and be a return customer.

Sammy D just got jumped by the other two and I had to take a paddle to them to break it up.  I guess because he's the oldest and weakest they pick on him.  And it's always over food.  This time it was cat food that Ellie knocked off the table onto the floor.  I learned the hard way not to get hands or feet involved in a dog fight.  

It is Novemblah Plus today so I'm creating my own little paradise in here.  A few candles ought to do the trick.  Y'all be good because Santa's watching.

Friday, November 29, 2019

black friday

I'm not one of those people who get up in the dark and fight the crowds at big box stores.  My sold purchase was two shirts and a sweater for me at 20% off  Cute stuff that I will actually wear.  My other present to me will be a day at Headlines.  I can never expect to find Sugardaddy looking the way I do now.  

I ordered two more things for Reaves and I'm done.  My friend Taylor, RN has started an online children's boutique with very reasonable prices.  We were in the trenches together on more than one job.  


I actually ate another whole plate of leftovers last night and it was even better warmed up.  Funny how that works.  The electric knife died on me so I stuck the other breast in the freezer to slice later.  I have no clue where the carcass of that first one went but last I saw Ellie was tearing it up

I know it's not Advent yet but I'm about to light the first candle just because I'm a rebel like that.  Peace on earth ^j^






































































Thursday, November 28, 2019

table for three

I cooked my southern fried ass off yesterday so that I'd be ready when Bubba got off.  Lauren got here a bit earlier and we finished laying it all out.  We had to lock the dogs in the bedroom to keep them off of Bubba's truck and out of the food.  While I was cooking yesterday evening Ellie ate a whole stick of butter and a package of rolls.  Bad dog.  I put the breast bone out of reach and them let her have at it today.  She is currently sleeping off the tryptophan.

We talked about Thanksgiving past and every little thing and it was nice to be together even though it was just us three.  We have a strong bond and even though he's not a kid person, he loves him some Reaves.  

I started watching The Irishman yesterday and I'm hooked.  It seems that the streaming channels is where all the talent is these days.  When I find myself watching "real tv" the commercials annoy me because I'm not used to that.  One more reason not to have it.

It is now acceptable to put up your tree.  Carry on with joy toward the manger ^j^




Wednesday, November 27, 2019

dream a little dream

I don't normally dream much but the past few nights I have.  Night before last there were people in a little wagon on wheels that drove like a car and had chicken wire around the box.  Uh..okay then.  I must have been scared because I fell out of the bed and knocked my head on the night stand.  Like I was about to run like hell!  Thank goodness that woke me up or my whole body would have hit the floor.  

We had a heavy wind last night that shook those nuts right on down for me.  I spent a couple of hours at the cabin on all fours.  A lot of them were on the deck!  I remember how they used to sound like bombs going off when they hit that metal roof.  The turkey wasn't supposed to be ready until 2 but I took a chance by going early and it was ready.  Got to visit my old crop duster friend who is idle for the winter.  

I'm procrastinating on this deviled egg thing but it must be done so I'll find some big girl panties and get 'er done.  Y'all be thankful and blessed ^j^


Tuesday, November 26, 2019

christmas cards

I know, I know.  It's only Thanksgiving eve eve.  I was at a meeting today where the subject turned toward sending Christmas cards.  I was astounded at how many still do it.  Which is totally cool!  I treasure each and every one I receive but I just don't do it myself.  Y'all know I love you and wish you some happy holidays and all.  A whole bunch of warrior women took on what seemed like a task that couldn't be accomplished and did it in two hours.  That's teamwork kids.

It's quite blustery today.  Warm enough but with a strong wind.  As I was talking to one of the pickers today the heavens opened up and I almost had to pull over in Southtown because I couldn't see.  What really irritates me is these fools who drive with their lights off in the pouring rain or at dawn or dusk.  Please think of the safety of others.  

Tomorrow will be cooking day which is when I make a thousand deviled eggs  Dressing is frozen and ready to cook.  Other sides are simple.  It's those dang eggs that are so much work!  But man do I love them.  

The next person who annoyed me was a chick parked at the gas tank at the chicken store talking on her phone.  I had to maneuver every which a way to get to a pump after sitting behind her glaring for a few minutes.  Chickie got out, went into the store and never bought gas.  OMG.  

I went on a country girl binge last night and fried a whole pack of fresh chicken filets, southern style.  Now, I'm not used to eating like that so you can imagine what it did to my gut.  I'll spare the details.  

There is a little town about 30 minutes away from here, give or take.  They have cancelled their Christmas parade because of social media controversy over an "inclusive" float featuring a rainbow.  Knowing that county, and West Tennessee as a whole, that doesn't surprise me.  But it makes me sick.

I am thankful for a lot of things which I talk about daily.  I rarely say thank you to the ones who come to read, comment and like.  You are the ones who keep me writing.  And smiling :)

Monday, November 25, 2019

enough

Many of us are accustomed to thinking in the realm of scarcity.  New cars.  Fancy clothes.  Expensive food.  Hoarding "things" here on earth, so to speak.  I used to be that way but no more.  I give daily thanks for what I have which is simply, enough.  I'm not rich financially and never have been.  This life on the farm has been and continues to be a gift that many cannot imagine.  My daughter and grandchild still get to enjoy it.  That's four generations y'all.  

It is important for kids to know from whence they came.  You can show them pictures all day long but there's nothing like experiencing that in real time.  Lauren has come up with memories from where she was two years old of things that I had forgotten.  The blood of our ancestors and the blessing of family mean a lot to both of us and to the heritage that is Ferguson Farm/Calcutt Farm.  I have spoken to many of my age people who kept their horses here when Mr. Council was the horseman.  The late Ms Mary Crawford walked the house with me and explained what every room was for back in the days that she lived here.  

This old gal has been so busy I haven't even gotten the kitchen cleaned up for Thanksgiving.  While Lauren was washing clothes I tackled the dishes..always leaving the silverware for last.  It's still laying there screaming my name.  But at least I have a fork and something to eat with it.  

Y'all be blessed ^j^


Sunday, November 24, 2019

always check your messages

It was still dark when the alarm went off but I forced myself to get up and hit 412.  I thought it was odd when I had to knock and wait for an answer.  Lauren opened the door and I was like "huh?".  As it turns out, she has strep and was told not to go back to work until Monday.  She messaged me late last night and, of course, I never look at messages when I first get up.  I had to laugh and then I went in and woke up Princess Reaves  who is not an easy riser.  After a few minutes of rolling around with closed eyes and me messing with her, she opened them up and grinned the biggest It's Gaga grin you ever saw.  Not a usual early morning sight for her.  We played a lot and she was in a great mood.  I bet she said my name a hundred times  Bonus:  Me and Lauren got to watch CBS Sunday Morning in honor of my parents.  

I hauled that huge ass turkey up into the apartment for their friendsgiving next weekend.  I hope Kim has a big oven.  Anywho, Lauren is on her way HERE now to wash clothes.  We have lots to talk about.

This is the day that the Lord has made ^j^


Saturday, November 23, 2019

the party's over

The event that was almost a year in the making is over.  Taking down is not near as much fun as setting up, just saying.  Of course I was dead asleep by the time the show was over but I heard lots of tales today while we were cleaning up.  There wasn't a huge mess so we were done in a couple of hours.  Lots of alcohol to be returned for credit due to a smaller than expected crowd.  Those that were there had a blast I'm told.  

We're back to the cold and gray part of Novemblah again today.  There will be no picking unItil it dries out and warms up.  I'm waiting for another big drop.

The hearings are done and it seems pretty cut and dried to me but then you know how I believe in justice, which isn't always served.  We shall see what the Senate does.  It should be interesting concerning the ones up for re-election.  I'm watching House of Cards again and it's a very timely view considering what's up in Washington.  

Tomorrow is a Reaves sitting day so I'll be on the road early.  I decided after seeing that picture of myself that it's time to get the hair and eyebrows done.  I'm not ready to be totally gray just yet...and especially not eyebrows.  My present to myself for Christmas will be a visit to Marla the magician.  And maybe a botox treatment for wrinkles.  Hah,,,,just kidding on the botox.


Other than that, I've got nothing.  I'm not feeling real inspirational or nostalgic today so it's time to piddle.

Keep the faith ^j^


Friday, November 22, 2019

goal met

My phone is constantly reminding me that I'm not active enough, mostly because I rarely have it ON my body, just close by.  I spent a day of setup for the FunkmonsterI event and around 4:30 my smart  (ass) phone told me I had reached today's goal!  No shit!  Of course I couldn't stay because I'm blind as a bat at night and had no driver.  Actually I do okay around places with streets that are lit.  It's those long dark stretches that get me.  

I looked at a selfie of me and my old friend Angie today and saw a lot of wrinkles on my old face.  I'm talking " get you some moisturizer gurl" wrinkles.  On the list, check.  It's been raining off and on for two days now.  I call it Novemblah.  

Y'all be kind and hug the next friend you see.  Hell just hug a stranger if they look like they need one ^j^


Thursday, November 21, 2019

partay

My brother and I have a long history of me crying like a girl when he gets frustrated and bitches.  As he ages, that has become less and less frequent.  I was with him when he started a nightclub that eventually died, but every step of the way we had fun.  Dude knows the business, just saying.  He is having an event tomorrow night at the fairgrounds featuring Dr. Zarr's Amazing Funkmonster.  I told him I would help set up and tear down so there we were, four of us putting out chairs and tables and wiping down restrooms.  After that we went to lunch at Mickey D's.  Haven't been there in forever.  I was sitting at a tall table being all inconspicuous and having a nice conversation with a lovely bi-racial young lady, who happened to have pink hair, and her boyfriend.

She told me that the elderly lady seated next to us was giving us dirty looks.  I glanced over there and she just looked like a mad old woman.  After my brother got there with our food I noticed they were gone.  They had moved several tables over but she forgot her little rain hat.  It was quickly returned to her in a pay it forward fashion.  God loves us all honey.  

So yes, I am staying busy.  Putting out those chairs was great exercise and we worked silently, arranging them in true club fashion.  By the way, I recommend the bbq bacon burger at McD's if that's where you end up.

Namaste ~

Wednesday, November 20, 2019

speechless

Of course I've been watching the impeachment hearings.  Things don't look very good for the POTUS.  Sondland flipped on Trump, probably to save his own ass like Cohen and all the rest.  I heard that Stone bailed out until his sentencing in February.  Alrighty then.  

I did a couple more hours of pickin' this morning and then went to lunch with some friends.  I'm about to lose steam on this thing even with the good weather.  My two favorite trees  on the lane are still holding on tight to their bounty.  I can see me now after the next big freeze with a rake and a basket on my knees.  

I would like to give big old hugs for those who are hurting as we approach the holiday season.  Firsts are always hard no matter who you lost.  Reaves' bonus mom lost her mother today, on my late mother's birthday,  Kind of eerie in a calming sort of way. We always had a huge traditional Thanksgiving feast and way too many places to go on Christmas until the final years which were pretty much Snoopy tree and brunch cooked by me, Bubba and Lauren.  I miss those days, with Daddy stomping snow off his boots when he came in from pulling a calf.  

But that was then, and this is now.  I am blessed beyond belief to have led a mostly healthy life in spite of taking risks.  That's all I need to have a happy holiday ^j^

Tuesday, November 19, 2019

downward dog

Two years ago on December 7th I had surgery on my left shoulder.  It was an old tear that resulted in the ends of the tendon not meeting for repair. This was totally different from the right side when I fell on the ice and it was promptly repaired.  Plus a bunch of arthritis scraping out.  The torn left side came on quickly over about six months.  I had one shot and was over it ready to fix it.  Only they couldn't.  My only options were a reverse shoulder replacement with limited mobility or a cadaver implant with a nine month recovery period.  I chose to sit on it.  

During that time I left work.  I knew in  my heart that I could not do the job anymore in my physical state. I had insurance and pay for three months following the surgery.  I was 62 and knew what I had to do.  One of my former co-workers actually signed me up for SS.  It was divine timing because things were a hot mess.  I had a new grandchild that I needed to go see in another city and the freedom to do that.  I can't help it y'all, I still think she's the cutest kid that every lived.  

I did the blow, rake and pick routine.  As in modified downward dog with my own dogs eating them while I crawled.  Ain't nothing like the sound of a nut cracking.  I got hit on the head by one falling the other day and it stayed sore forever.  The weather has moderated for a bit and it's a beautiful day on the lane.  

And the greatest of these is love ^j^ 


Monday, November 18, 2019

sweet baby jesus

I put out the decades old nativity scene yesterday in anticipation of Advent.  I'm not about waiting games anymore.  In other news, that's the only thing out but the same can't be said for my client.  We spent two hours together hanging garland, wreaths and whatnot.  And yes, it involved a stepladder.   With me on it.  I also got a parking ticket while I was there from homeland security for parking in a no parking zone.  I know right?  

I blew a few more leaves today and tomorrow looks like a picking day.  I can't believe I do all that bending and scooting for sixty cents a pound.  Tis' the season.  If I had a dollar for everybody who told me they were making grandma a pecan pie I wouldn't need a Sugardaddy.

What I need is beach.  Where's there's no algae or toxic chemicals.   Pure white sand and a warm sun.  Kind of like in The Truman show without Ed Harris running his evil.  Fiji.  That's what I need.

I went through two boxes of ornaments last night dividing by keep or donate.  Little things like Christmas ornaments are something we take for granted.  We could give 'em out at the church!

Y'all think of ways to help others.  That's where the joy is ^j^


Sunday, November 17, 2019

the easier way

My sincere thanks to whomever invented the leaf blower and to Del Hudson for letting me borrow hers.  I can't believe I've never used one before with the pecans but then I'm broke most of the time and can't afford power tools.  I've always wanted a chain saw even though I know I would probably hurt myself.  I do have a drill but i've lost the bits and charger so, there you go.  

I lost 20 bucks somewhere yesterday and that is worrying the crap out of me.  Lauren and Reaves were here and she was going to pick up food so had the money tucked in her boob only a diaper change had to happen.  I said to heck with it and she passed the money over to me.  I had to get gas before going to El!Patio!  I paid with cash, pumped and headed toward Mexico with the food money in my back pocket which was 2 twenties.  When I reached in there to pay there only one.  WTF?  Anywho, we all searched the yard, purses, car and made a couple of phone calls to the two places.  Crickets.  I guess that's my karma for accidentally stealing dog food the other day.

Twenty dollars is a lot of money to me, unlike some folks.  For minimum wage work that is two hours.  I never really thought about that when I was making 27.  I don't see how single parent families survive.  And yet their benefits continue to be cut. But I won't get started on that because I'm in a good mood.  

When you're down, and troubled.....and you need a helping hand.   James Taylor 


Saturday, November 16, 2019

not for sissies

We just had a nice whirlwind visit amongst the girls and me and Mamye.  It was chaos which is normal for us.  I did some raking and picking this morning which is pretty hard work for an old gal.  Plan B is for Mamye to rake and me pick.  There's a whole 'nother field to be either blown or raked so we have our work cut out for us.  

I have a gig on Monday with a client who is ready to decorate for Christmas.  So be it!  Lauren and Reaves picked out which ornaments they wanted today since I'm not gonna have a tree unless it's a Snoopy one.  Tradition means passing it on.  We had fun talking about where they all came from.  Many of them are from Mom's girl's trips.  

I have a string of white lights hanging in the kitchen and another retro looking strand in the office.  I'm a big believer in not saving the lights for Christmas.  

Y'all be blessed ^j^

Friday, November 15, 2019

blue wave

A few of us Dyer County Dems went to Tiptonville day for a meeting with the locals featuring our candidate Mike Smith.  Up front and in charge was my old friend Ro who is quite the motivational speaker.  By the time we left she was headed another hour away to a different county function.  Girl gets around, just saying.

No pecan picking for me today so I have to hit it hard this weekend.  I sold my first bag today for 26 bucks at 65 cents a pound down at the crack store known as Pennington's.  Stanley and Steve showed me how they are graded.  If your crackhead cousin comes up in there with a bucket full of hulls, he might as well just turn around.  This is a business folks and there's an art to it.  

I stood outside the courthouse this afternoon and looked up to see the Tiptonville water tower.  Debbie gave me a tour of everybody's homeplace.  I finally found Ms Virginia!  It felt good to be driven like Miss Daisy.  

Keep trying, always ^j^

Thursday, November 14, 2019

tools of the trade

If you see a crazy old lady driving around in a hooptie old Camry with a rake in back, give me a wave.  It warmed up enough that I worked up a sweat taking down at the cabin.  Slowly but surely I'm getting it done.  I remember one time using a 20 foot tall PVC pipe to whack the limbs and make them fall.  That was Daddy's idea, bless him.  

I am doing this not so much for money but because it's in my blood. It's kind of addictive in a way.  Like Easter egg hunting...in fact I use an Easter basket as I pick then dump it into a canvas bag and start over.  

My errands were about an hour's worth and a joy because it's warmer.  At below freezing, my struts get cold and I feel every bump in the road, which is a lot around Dyersburg.  

Still working the art thing and it's baby steps but getting there.  I picked up the hand painted logo today and it's cute as can be.  Thank you Laurie!

Y'all be cool and nice and respectful.  It's what Jesus would do ^j^


Wednesday, November 13, 2019

moral dilemma

I finally got to go grocery shopping today ( the eagle pooped ) and I took my time and chose only what I know I will eat or need.  I used to be an impulse shopper but no more.  I'm not an extreme coupon person so I have to take it easy.  I checked myself out and proceeded out the door.  The alarm went off and the checkers just waved me on out and said "you're good."  It wasn't until I got to the car that I noticed the dog food on bottom that I didn't scan.  Hmmm.  Here I am halfway across the parking lot and it's colder than heck.  What to do.  I chose to carry on and give them 8 bucks next time I'm there.  I ain't no thief and I was freezing.   

I spent some time with my friends this afternoon working on a common cause.  You should have heard us whooping and hollering all at once.  I know you're supposed to be quiet in the library but.......I just got word that the mission was accomplished on time.  

All the leaves have fallen off so now I have to rake before I pick more.  Meh.  I'ts good exercise.  Y'all keep the faith ^j^




Tuesday, November 12, 2019

why i hate winter

I am not a duck hunter is probably number one.  Until I got older, the cold never bothered me anyway.  Each winter that comes brings the stiffness that my daddy used to call arthur, as in arthritis.  I have been without NSAIDS for a few days and the high today is in the 20s.  Faucets are steady dripping.  I had to crawl into the Camry from the back seat because the doors were frozen shut with ice.  It wasn't a lot but just enough to screw things up.  The gas was on E so I went to the chicken store where I found that the gas cap cover was frozen.  Oh boy.  I sprayed it and not so gently popped it open with an ink pen and now it won't close.   UCMTSU

At the gentral' I found empty shelves and coolers.  Seems that the Snowmageddon people wiped 'em out.  I had to search but I found the envelopes I needed for tomorrow.  Never give up!  Mostly I got soup because hey....it's winter.  Some pickers that are always here showed up knocking on the door this morning and the Simpsons got permission as usual.  With boundaries.

I'm not real up to speed with the impeachment thing.  I'll just read about it as it happens.  I'm sure if there's something big we'll get a special announcement.  There are layers of lies and deceit in the funding of many political organizations.  Watch how your reps vote and who gave them money to find out what they really stand for.  

True thing ^j^

Monday, November 11, 2019

my favorite veteran

Lord, y'all it would take me all day to name them.   My Daddy served during the Korean conflict in the Azores.  My friend Joe was in the middle of Iraq.  My cousin in law Ron served in Vietnam along with Larry Williams and countless others.  There are very few WWII vets left but I know one of them and his name is Richard Hill.   My buddy Chuck learned the lessons of a lifetime in the Army.  To all who have served and protected our country I say thank you from the bottom of my heart.  

I decided to try exercise again today and it wasn't too bad considering I've been out for two weeks with the knee.  As I was leaving I noticed that the Veteran's Day festivities were getting rained out but hopefully they made up time when the showers stopped.  I am now in my pajama pants conserving that 30% of propane as long as I can.  And for all you people who have up Christmas decorations?  It's your fault.  

I can't tell you how many times I have de-iced that old Camry in the dark so I could get to work.  On time.  I have no carport you see and the ice does so fly up here on the hill.  Doors frozen shut.  Been there, done that.  Plus, the cardboard on the windshield does NOT work.

Stay warm peeps.  Looks like the arctic blast is about to get us where it hurts ^j^


Sunday, November 10, 2019

motive

We are still focusing on stewardship at church and today's sermon was another good one.  My daddy always told me that when you pray, not to do it for attention.  Go in the closet where nobody sees you and God sees your heart and motive.  Now that doesn't apply to all situations.  We have group prayer and individual prayer and even service as a prayer.  Any time you do something good that is pleasing to God if your motives are pure, the gift is accepted.  No praise necessary.  I'm not one who can help a lot financially but if I have cash on me I drop it in the plate.  It's not much, but added together with all the others it adds up to provide funds to keep the ministries of our churches in the mode of helping others in a variety of ways.  I overslept and still ended up getting there early.  My little family came soon after.  

It is heartwarming to be with what little family I have remaining in that place which has raised generations in the UMC.  I feel the spirit of my parents there, especially when somebody mentions them.  One friend remarked today "Billy would be so proud seeing you there on the front row!"  He knows it, and so does mama.  It's pretty cool sitting behind acolytes and being close to small talk.

Mamye is here pickin' and we noticed a japanese beetle invasion plus a honeybee swarm.  There's a bee in my house but I refuse to kill him.  Unless he bites me and then it's on.  Today is the last really good day to be out there pickin' but I'm still sore from yesterday so my participation will be light.  I'm still sitting here in church clothes.

We are shifting in our focus I do believe.  Only so many lies can be forgiven.  I see more community building and general caring about each other than I ever have in my life.  The reason for that is I went looking for it.  That is the only road to change.

^j^




Saturday, November 9, 2019

across the aisle

I've worn my Bernie 2016 hoodie for two days in a row because it's warm enough to pick pecans in.  I even slept in my clothes last night because it was so cold.  I went up in the chicken store this morning and the gentlemen beside me said "I like your shirt."  "Oh" I said.  Do you like Bernie?  He grinned like the devil and tipped his camo hat at me that had Trump on it.  At least it wasn't one of those hideous MAGA ones.  I stuck my hand out to shake his and we agreed to reach past that difference in opinion.  Ain't America great?  We should all try to do that more often instead of hurling insults and arguing.  
  
I spent a solid two hours picking at both places today and had to give it a rest.  I spoke with the lady who will be doing the crack and blow this morning and their operation starts up on the 18th.  My burlap bags are getting fuller by the day with two different varieties.   My brother's old saying "If ifs and buts were chips and nuts we'd all have a Merry Christmas" comes to mind.  

I am also keeping a keen eye on propane usage and have done well so far by keeping the thermostat on 62.  That will change next week I'm sure.  Last year, I was unemployed until January so money was right and propane guy fronted me.  I'm slowly paying him down 200 bucks at a time.  And once again, I am unemployed.  But you know what?  I'm blessed and I'm making it by the grace of God.  

The girls were going to come today but Reaves is having a terrible twos day so it's not really worth the drama when she's in that mood.  She said my name on the phone but didn't want to go anywhere because she would have to put on socks.  LMAO.  Boy do I know that feeling.

Y'all be careful out there, and remember who you are ^j^




Friday, November 8, 2019

bone chilling

Picture this, if you will.  I stayed up way past bedtime and woke up refreshed enough to visit the cabin for some picking.  I check it every freakin' day.  It was about 35ish and me and the other two pickers on the lane were just about froze.  Looks like two days of a little warmer so, there's that.  I may be the only girl in the world who gets the yard mowed according to pecan season.  No, Lorna does that too.  Only she has an orchard!!

Living on Pecan Lane with its' hundred year old trees draping over gives me a sense of peace.  Not that times won't be hard or bad things won't happen.  It's just home to me.  There is nothing more beautiful than a winter sunset from my front porch.  

Art is perking along.  We are a far flung bunch and I'm not a great organizer but I'm getting better.  All it would take is one day of clerical work to get my ducks in a row.  That's on the calendar.  Thanks to all the good cooks yesterday I still have some leftovers.  The colors out here are straight out of a Norman Rockwell painting.  

^j^




Thursday, November 7, 2019

discussing the issues

The Dyer County Democratic Party hosted one of our hometown guys who now serves as a State Senator for a town hall meeting at Dyersburg State this evening and it was a howling success.  Jeff is a hard working Dyersburg loving legislator who knows how to mesmerize a crowd.  He was very informative and provided honest answers to the many questions posed by the crowd.  He also introduced our candidate for District 77 state representative Mike Smith who will face Rusty Grills in the special election coming up in December.  Many thanks to all those involved for making this event a success. There was enough food for an army thanks to the volunteers who work tirelessly for our party.  We had enough for lots of take home plates which is a win win.  

When we went out to set up this morning it was pouring rain.  Miraculously it stopped but the temp started dropping pretty fast.  My bedroom smells like skunk because of the pizza eating dog known as Ellie.  While I was cooking sausage balls today I had to keep everything on top of the frig and away from her.  She's quick to grab and run.  

Weather permitting I'll resume pecan pickin' tomorrow until it gets so cold I can't stand it.  If you find me frozen out in the yard just call 911 and tell them to bring hot blankets!

Love thy neighbor ^j^

Tuesday, November 5, 2019

red herring

I visited my FNP last week and I showed her my super sized clavicle bone.  She checked around for a carotid pulse and had a little trouble hearing on the right side.  I just assumed it was because of the big fat bone in the way but she sent me for ultrasound which was not a bad experience.  When we talked afterwards, she told me that one of my right carotid arteries is "occluded" which means time for a vascular surgeon visit.  Great.  Just what my underinsured self needs.  

I had a great day otherwise with lunch and intelligent conversation plus a cute baby.  Shhhh. It's a secret society y'all.  As I was leaving I spotted a very talented chalk paint artist doing the front window of GAFCO.  I stopped for a meet and greet and got a cool picture.  While I was out and about this morning I found the DSCC library and checked out the art show there.  Amazing stuff from a well taught group.

The Mayberry Lawn crew just left and the yard looks great.  I can't wait to get out there and see what kind of pecans were lurking under those leaves.

Namaste ~

Monday, November 4, 2019

church is where you have it

The struggle is real y'all.  I'm kind of bad about saying "thoughts and prayers" on social media so I choose usually to talk with folks by phone, at least, when I know they're struggling.  My bestie has a big job on her hands deciding on a care plan for her disabled husband.  We were talking about it just now and she asked me to pray for her.  Without blinking an eye I started praying on the phone and naming all those who are hurting at the moment.  It was a prayer for vision and strength and the ability to do the next right thing.  It got me to sniffling so there's the grief coming out already.  I think that we are constantly grieving something whether it be loss through death, separation.....even leaving a job or house.  

I woke up with the sunrise and went to WalMart ( i know, right?) to get a knee brace.  I chose a S/M and it was so tight it cut off the circulation in my leg.  Alrighty then.  Back to where I NEVER go to exchange for a L/XL.  Guess what?  That won't stay up.  *sigh*  I'm hoping if I wash and dry it maybe it will shrink.  I also picked up sausage balls at Kroger for a Thursday event and my brother saw me pulling in the lot!  Called me to say my deviled egg tray was in his truck out front and needs a refill.  UCMTSU.

I have hit up the two trees at the cabin most every day since the frosts.  I need to rake it like I did in my own yard.  Actually I'm getting pretty good exercise by doing this.  I can feel the hamstring pulls when I reach.  

Y'all be merry and bright.  Because Charlie Brown and the Thanksgiving turkey are right around the corner.  

Sunday, November 3, 2019

spirit animal

Today's totem is deer, of which I saw a little group of four on Highway 412.  I'd rather think that their grace, quickness and agility are my omen for today rather than the road kill I passed.  Armadillos and skunks I believe.  Lauren ended up not going to work and I woke up not knowing what time it was because my phone didn't change.  Lerd.  We had a nice leisurely visit and she got to take a peaceful shower while Reaves and me played.  They have a coffee table with four small drop leaves and her new thing is to make that her bed.  The child is a hoot when she feels good.

I learned this morning of the passing of an old friend.  I haven't seen him except here and there in many years but we used to run as a pack when we were young adults.  It makes me sad even though he never missed a chance to be a smartass!  He and the guys were the type that claimed Superbowl Sunday a national holiday.  AND the day after.

It was a beautiful day for a drive with all kinds of color and cotton fields waiting to be picked.  Crockett County is cotton central.  It's all about to come to a close after the last stuff is harvested and winter wheat planted.  I love seeing that green when it's cold as a well digger's butt.

Be safe and grateful ^j^


Saturday, November 2, 2019

on all fours

It's warmer today so I picked up a couple of nuts down at the cabin.   I've been doing this long enough to know which ones to pitch.  The native tree in my yard is doing well also.  As fate would have I have emergency Gaga duty tomorrow.  Long story and out of the blue.  The biggest problem with me traveling is in the dark because I can't see well.  Especially on two lanes!

I read an article today that really hit home about the way we the people behave in response to Trump as a person rather than the office of President.  The office itself has been filled by many great men who have solved some of our problems but never all.  I don't see one thing that he has accomplished ( well good things) but by imitating his behavior we give him more power.  Like Michelle Obama said "When they go low, we go high."  People scream and boo at baseball games all the time.  Personally, I wouldn't have gone there but he did.  

The far left is just as guilty as the far right when it comes to nothing getting done.  Most of us are about close to the middle.  I am a democrat for a lot of reasons which I won't go into again.  And to whomever pulled up Mike Smith's sign " A pox on you!"

Get out there and enjoy this glorious day kids.  They are fleeting toward duck season.  


Friday, November 1, 2019

frost on the punkin'

But yes!  Right on target for Halloween night.  The kudzu will be brown within a few days because it's drooping already.  Pecans fell, lots of them.  Remember we have attack dogs out here.  I fell on my knee the other day so exercise has been restricted to  bending over to pick nuts.  I assume that's good for your core.  

I am sitting here owing the propane guy a bunch of money and it ain't even winter yet.  Let's just say the electric bill will be higher from all these heaters.  Next comes quilts over the doors.

Kay and I have this thing where when we get the dressing mixed we let each other know.  Today was my day and I had to run to the 'gentral for more broth.  I saw Bubba and Sally so I stopped and we had a proper chat.  Just two siblings on a kinda sorta' day off.  If you go see the Funkmonsters, I'll be the one banding you so have ID ready.  This girl don't play well in crowds.  Burn baby burn.

^j^





 

Thursday, October 31, 2019

chill

I don't know if we had a freeze last night or not but it seems a sure bet for tonight.  Since the pecans are already falling I headed to Pennington's this morning to buy some burlap bags in preparation for the harvest.  It didn't seem THAT cold until I got to the cabin and out into the icy wind.  Lerd.  I said a few cursies, picked up a few and decided to wait for warmer weather.  Or at least less wind.  One of my fondest memories is of my Daddy standing over me while I crawled around on the ground outside his house.  It was the last pecan season he lived to see.

I'm assuming the impeachment inquiry is under way.  At this point it is conceivable that we could have a President Pelosi and I know that makes a lot of butts draw up.  I just want the whole mess to be over.  I don't expect it to be an easy transition for this country.  We have three years of mess to clean up before we can even begin to look ahead.  But hey...we will survive.  

Reaves has a unicorn costume but who knows what trick or treat looks like for her.  I remember hauling kids around all over town watching them run door to door.  Folks don't do that so much anymore because it's just not safe.  Sad but true.  Now it's more like take your kid to an event and be done with it which is cool.  If it weren't for FB I wouldn't even know it's Halloween!  We never had trick or treaters out here but we did get a good yard rolling one time thanks to Vicki Autry.  It's considered an honor, you know.  

My trick or treating days were spent in the vicinity of Alice Thurmond Elementary school and the houses on Pate street.  There was a spaghetti supper and costume contest.  I won first place as a bale of cotton but the bad thing was I couldn't sit down because of the box I was covered in.  Must look for picture!  

If you see an old hippie flying by on a broom, wave at me ^j^

Wednesday, October 30, 2019

rant time

Two days ago I planted a campaign sign on Samaria Bend Road across from the entrance to the golf course.  Today it is gone.  Not blown over but just *poof* somebody pulled it up.  Now it's not like there are a lot of campaign signs out here in the boonies.  Some over zealous Republican yanked it up, in my opinion.  Our county is littered with signs for the four Republican candidates for the district 77 representative.  Mike Smith is the under dog here but he's got a lot of people working on his behalf.  Even the Republicans are turning on each other.  It's disgusting.  Casey Hood who was the interim appointee by Governor Bill Lee is going down low and dirty on the front runner in the GOP race.  Dirty politics.  

A friend told me a story from a witness to how things happen in Nashville.  The vote on school vouchers was tight and this person witnessed the power players pulling folks out on the balcony to sway their decisions.  Therefore, DeVos got her way.  This person was promised, in exchange for his vote, that it would not affect Knoxville.  Hide and watch dude.  I am a firm believer in the public school system and in fact have a friend who is on strike in Chicago over class size, lack of school nurses and social workers, among other things.  It's not all about the money folks.  It's about what's right for the kids.  Of course Ms Betsy has troubles of her own with the student loan deal.  

And then there's the Ukrainian ambassador who was thrown under the bus about like Frank Underwood did with Zoey and the train.  Even Republicans are standing up to defend those who are trashing him.  Enough, people.  Do the next right thing. I could go on and on but I won't.  It just pisses me off and that's not good for inner peace.

It's been raining like a mofo around here and just slacked up.  There are below freezing temps coming up so I expect to see a lot of pecans laying around if somebody doesn't get to them first.  I will cut'choo, just saying.

I believe in equality for all races, sexual preferences and lifestyles as long as it doesn't interfere with my life.  Somehow I don't see immigrants lined up at the border as something that will affect me directly except for the way they are treated which is pretty badly.  Deporting those military personnel who have served our country and risked their lives is beyond comprehension to me.  I am pro-choice.  I used to be against the death penalty but I'm moving more toward the middle on that.  If the DNA is there, let 'em go or get it done.  

Politics makes strange bedfellows, for sure.  Keep the faith.  Be considerate of others.  You never know when you will be the one who sparks change ^j^









Tuesday, October 29, 2019

pecan party

I think it was the Sojourners class at FUMC that brought all their kids and folding chairs and baskets to pick up nuts for a class mission.  There were bags upon bags of them collected by people with a purpose.  If I remember correctly there was one very pregnant lady sitting in the middle of it.  Another guy sat on the porch swing reading the paper.  It was that kind of deal.  We had them cracked and sold them in bags at church for a fundraiser.  Later we made sausage and biscuits and sold them to those who didn't eat before they came.  Those were the good old days.  

I can't remember who the preacher was then but it was probably the great saint Willis G.  In my job as transfusion service supervisor at the Dyersburg hospital we changed providers of blood products during his tenure.  This man preached to the choir and got a Dyer county volunteer blood program to pack the shelves at West Tennessee Regional Blood Center, now known as Lifeline in Jackson.  They are a for profit organization now but one of my dear friends still serves on the board.  

Blood donors are a unique breed.  They show up at the bus, roll their sleeves up and give anonymously.  It's all tested and re-tested to make sure the product is safe.  A lot of people wonder what would happen if they needed it and said product wasn't there.  That crosses my mind from time to time.

To be a donor you must have a minimum iron level and answer a shit ton of questions about your sexual activity.  If you are 16 you need parental consent.  Minimum weight is 110 pounds.  The products are tested for HIV, all forms of hepatitis, West Nile, and on and on.  

I remember after 9/11 there was a rush on blood banks with people wanting to donate only there was no need.  Not many survived.  Be proactive if you've got good veins and pay it forward.