Well shoot, since I missed a post yesterday, I rekon I should try to make one today.
Ok, that sounds easy huh? Well it ain't. There ain't no if's and's or but's about it, if'n ya ain't did nuttin, ya ain't got nuttin to write about. That seems the norm at Billy Bob's Place here lately.
Had a surprise visit from the OFM Barney yesterday. Ya see, I was laid back on the couch rest'n, when all a sudden I hears a big ol' truck outside. It were Barney. We was both on the hungry side so's we decided on a trip up the road a piece for something to eat. When we got there, they weren't. They was closed....locked up tighter than a drum. Back in Sinton bout a hour later, we settled for a buffet style lunch at the "greasy butter" place (Butter Churn). As usual, I ate way too much again, got sick an' lay on the couch most the afternoon. Didn't do nuttin like what I said I was gonna do. This is get'n old.
While I were lay'n there on the couch watch'n TV last night, I got to think'n...."what am I gonna do when summer gets here"? Where am I gonna go? What special thing do I want to do that I ain't done yet. If'n you're think'n bungee jump, I done give up on that idea long time ago. I'm think'n I'm probly finished with "death defy'n" feats like that. So what's left for an old guy, hobbl'n along on his last leg, to do? Take up knit'n an' basket weav'n??? I would think not. There's got to be something I can still do what would bring some excitement back into my life.
Speak'n of excitement, me and Barney will be swak'n golf'n balls here in just a little bit. It don't matter what I do, or however far I hit my balls, he beat me every time we play. But things are gonna change today....even if'n I have to cheat. I keep score ya know. Barney is a good person to play golf with. He takes his game very very seriously, hit a good straight ball.....bout a mile and counts every stroke. Now how the hell do I win play'n someone like that???
Ok....got a few things to do.....laters.
Sometimes I think that just getting up in the mornings is an adventure in itself!
ReplyDeleteGood luck in the golf ball department!
I think we mainly just rearranged a lot of the course today. However it would be hard to have more fun than we did.
ReplyDeleteHowdy BB,
ReplyDeleteWell, for a start yu could mosey up this way in your newly rebuilt Sadie and pick me & Joyce up, for a ride around the country to places WE ain't been to, yet; like Alaska or Nunnivit!! We got 2 SS checks comin' in and those should buy 'some' fuel for Da House to roll on!!! You could park it here on the ranch until HOT WEATHER STARTS, you know about 110*, then we could load up and head for the lower temps, around 45*; don't want no 'cold' weather 'cause BB don't go below 45*!!!
If you keep the scorecard how come OFM wins, huh??? I used to play 'cow-pasture pool', with my preacher, who thought he was Arnold Palmer, he hit'em right down the middle of the fairway 180 yards out; I teed off from the same tee-box as him, but I played fairways on both sides and always in the 'water' hazards; messed his mind up SOMEWHAT! He played in the70s-80s, when I wasn't around, but couldn't break 90 playing with me!!!!
Hope the back gets to feeling better and your days go really great!!!
butterbean carpenter
Butterbean - Sadie is his dog...his house is Sally :)
DeleteDang golf, takes the time away from fishing.
ReplyDeleteDoes hitting a fish in the water hazard with a golf ball count as fishing????
DeleteAs long as you don't tell, I will not, either. So it is fishing. Bad golf, but good fishing.
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