Liv' it up in south Texas

Pssssst.....don't tell Billy Bob I tole ya, but yesterday he tore into that solar charge controller again. Had that sucker lay'n all over the table in pieces. Said something bout he was gonna modify it. I did see some sparks fly'n a couple times, but I didn't wanna say nuttin......he was in a foul mood....cuss'n an' stuff...tools all over the floor. What he did was to put some modified terminal lugs on the ends of all them wires. Of course he done broke something install'n them. That was when the controller was all in parts on the table.....resolder'n what ever it was he broke. Then he hook it all back up an' the little red light comes on. Then he starts beat'n hisself on the back...great big ol' grin on his face. When I asked him if'n it was fix, he says..."hell, I don't know".

I'm think'n somewheres in my wording bout me being cold and miserable, everbody got the impression that it's super cold here in south Texas. That's what the comments led me to believe anyhows. Well, it ain't an' I ain't. Speak'n of comments, yes, I read 'em all....an' I think bout them too. Now about the cold. I ain't never live nowhere that 40 degs outside was really that cold. Oh sure, it's a bit uncomfortable, but '0' degs is cold. Most my life I lived in places where the temp seldom got under 40 degs...."cept for 10 miserable years in West Virginia and the first 10 years of my life in Missouri.....couple other places too. So don't be worry'n none bout old Billy Bob freez'n to death in 40 degrees temp.....he ain't gonna do it. Just something to moan an' groan bout ya know. An' I'll keep it up till the day I die.

MsB done told me "don't ever change Billy Bob". Well, I ain't never had no intention of chang'n, but the older I get, I got to make some changes to fit my abilities an' what time I got left. I got to take it easy, rest a bit, don't do'n nuttin....take me a nap. I 'member one time when I were all "antsy". Couldn't sit still for a minute....had to be do'n something. Well, you older folks know what I'm talk'n bout. But that ain't what she was mean'n. She was talk'n bout my sense of humor an' the way I talk. All my life I been a humorous kind a guy....do a bunch of stupit stuff too. I could always put a smile on somebodys face just by walk'n in the room. I try to convey that in my blog writing. But like everthing else, that is gradually slip'n away too. Fore ya know it I'm gonna be just a sour grouchy old man.

That reminds me the time....my daughter Angela was spend'n the summer with me on the boat. (The boat was a 41 foot Formosa Ketch...a big ol' sail'n boat.) She was at the age of "boys" hang'n round. I come in from work one day an' there a bicycle sit'n on the dock....right behind the boat. Angela was sit'n in the cockpit with a swim suit on. I says "what's go'n on" "Oh just swimm'n daddy". I hears a splish slpash in the water....what the hell is that? I looks over the side an' there this "boy" hang'n onto the boarding ladder. I tells him..."git up here".....real mean like. I gits him up in the cockpit and commence to read that boy some rules. Told him I knowed where he lived an' what his dogs name was. Ya git what I'm talk'n bout....right??? Anyhows, that boy got hisself so skeered he done turn all white an' wet his drawers.....right there in front of Angela. Never did see that boy no more.Word got around too.

Life is good.....rather ya like it or not.