Old "Pesky"

Boy howdy, I were sit'n here sip'n up a cup an' "pesky neighbor" Wayne give me a call. Had us a great BS cession talk'n bout weeds in my yard, Sadie Mae and the ducks, golf ball swak'n....all kind of stuff.

Wayne is do'n pretty dern good for all he been through in the last 2 years. For the new followers what don't know bout "pesky neighbor" Wayne, he was my neighbor, live right next door, when I was home based in Deming, NM. We were good friends. Sit on "da porch" every day sip'n a cup an' tell'n stories. Travel all over the place swak'n golf balls. He got his name "pesky neighbor" from his antics of visiting the old Billy Bob no less than 5 times a day. Take the dogs for golf cart rides.

Anyhows, Wayne is all excitis bout me headed that way for a visit. Gonna park in my old space so's he don't have far to walk to pester me like he did for bout 6 years. He's walk'n all over the RV park....without the assistance of his 4x4 walker. Still has the golf cart, but said I gonna have to do some maintenance on it when I get there. We gonna hit the golf course first thing....swak some golf balls. He says he can hit one bout 25 yards. Says he "I cain't hold on to the club". I says "duct tape". That gonna be a long game I betcha. But as long as he is with me is all what matters.

I didn't tell ya bout that old hound dog did I? Ya see, it were like this....the neighbors hound dog ambled up to the twins birthday party. Just stop by to see what go'n on with all them people outside in the yard. Then he spy that cat, what was mind'n it's own business in the shade of a tree. All hell break loose....hound dog gonna git that cat. If'n ya ain't never hear a hound dog, it a sound you ain't never gonna forget. They don't bark ya know, just make this God awful WOOOOOOOOOOOO sound....over and over. Since it were my daughters cat and nobody gived a hoot if'n that old hound dog kill it or not, the old Billy Bob grab holt that hound dog. That when more hell break loose. That damn old hound dog drag me all over the back yard. I says, "I need some relief here". But ain't nobody help the old Billy Bob. That dog knock me slap to the ground before I let him loose. He hurt me.....bastard dog. But by this time, that cat had fount him a safe haven. I get'n too old to be latch'n on to a big ol' hound dog. In my younger day, I would of throwed that dog in the woods.

I spent yesterday on the couch lay'n back tak'n it easy.....look'n on the internet at 'lectric motors for the "Billy Bike".  I get'n pretty good at that here lately....lay'n back tak'n it easy.....internet research. Rekon I be need'n me another project. What ya think?

I sure been enjoy'n my stay here in Ga. Even if I ain't went camp'n and catched me no fish. Been a while since I been comfortable stay'n in one place this long. Gonna kind of hate when I leave. But I have great expectations for my trip to Deming and all over Texas this fall an' winter. Be meet'n up with the OFM Barney somewheres down the road a piece. We both had decided to spend some time at Falcon lake again this year, so we gonna be hav'n us some fun, riding bikes and catch'n up big ol' bass fishes. Or as Barney would say...."having toooo much fun".

Ok....got things to do....see ya.