A nap an' a dream

Boy howdy, I'm still skake'n from that sail'n trip yesterday. That little 22 foots sail'n boat had some kind of a jinx on it....or something like that. One of these days I'll have to tell ya bout the day the keel fell slap off while I was sail'n on high winds. Just in case ya don't know what a keel is or it's purpose on a sail boat, a keel is a big chunk of lead or heavy steel (cast iron) what hangs off the bottom of the boat to keep it from turn'n over. The keel on my little 22 foots sain'n boat was cast iron weigh'n in at 500 pounds. The keel on my 41 foots Formosa sail'n boat was cast lead weigh'n in at 9000 pounds.

I was sit'n over there on the couch yesterday afternoon watch the pro golfers swak golf balls. Pooof, just like that, I was out like a light. Some people would designate this as a "nap", but I swear, it was unintentional.
I could hear water run'n right outside my door. There was birds churp'n an' cheep'n in the trees. What the hell, where I at? I swings the door open, an' sure as God make green apples, there was water. A big ol' mountain stream run'n right pass "da house" Plumb full of big ol' rainbow trout frolick'n in the water. Great big 100 foots tall trees all around me. The firepit still smok'n from a recent campfire. A brand spank'n new Weber Q 100 sit'n on the picnic table.....flames come'n out the sides.

Bout that time, here come that damn goat stomp'n his ass up the steps an' in 'da house". Wake me slap up. Stupit goat.

Now, that's what I'm talk'n bout. I could spend a month in a place like that. No city noises. No damn bark'n dogs all night long. No trains or big ol' 18 wheeler trucks. Lay back on that creek bank an' catch me up some "eat'n fish".

 Something like this is kind'a what I had in mind. With this sort of camp'n site in mind, I went Googl'n for the last hour an' a half. Research ya know. Dang, there's still a couple three places I ain't been.
Ok, now I got my blood pressure up. Maybe I better go lay down for a bit.

A little later......
I rekon that nap I had sort a proves I can still dream an' dreams are still alive in my mind. But I ain't gonna rush into anything.

With that said, I got to be in Deming, New Mexico the end of August. See my Dr. Fronkinstine...git me another year supply of drugs. I'll be there for old "pesky neighbor" Wayne's 71st birthday. Probly still be there for my 72nd. What the hell do ya buy for a grouchy, crippled up old fart hobbl'n round on a walker? He sure as hell don't need no golf'n balls no more, that for sure. Knit'n needles....that's it, knit'n needles.

So what do I do between now and the end of August? Whoa boy howdy....that's a good question. Do I just sit here on my ass wait'n for August? Well, the OFM Barney done tole me I need to git off'n my ass. He's right ya know, I'm just wast'n away.

One thing I really want before I go anywheres is a Weber Q grill. Don't be ask'n me what the "Q" stands for 'cause I ain't got the slightest. And I really don't give a rats....long as that sucker don't catches on fire like the one I got now. Only reason I don't already have one is I hate to let loose a hand full of $$$$'s. They ain't cheap ya know.

Speak'n of Louisiana....Well NO I ain't forgot about a camp'n trip Louisiana. Ever time I travel through Louisiana, I says...."damn I like Louisiana". Not so much the northern part though. Ain't nuttin but farms an' old green tractors. A travel route along I-10 or US90....now that what I'm talk'n bout. Cajun country. Swamps an' bayous. Foot stomp'n music an' authentic cajun eat'em ups. Nasty ass cajun coffee. Anyhows.