Sadie Mae update

Last night I go to bed think'n bout hard times an' how I survived to be writ'n a blog today.

Build'n a house ain't like you was walk'n on water ya know. Grab some boards, a few nails an' ya got a house.....poooof, just like that.

Whoa boy howdy, things were rough back in the 70's. Rent money was hard to come by in a little town like Chesapeake, Ohio. Odd jobs picked up a bit of change here an' there, but come rent day, we was always a few dollar short. Had a old Ford pick up sit'n out in the yard up on blocks. Fished the Ohio River for some meat on the table. The old Billy Bob was down an' out. But he had him a plan....

Across the river was a Jim Walter Homes place. I hear they was hire'n building contractors to build houses. Well, like a fool, I sign up to build a house in Hazard, Kentucky. I round up my "hillbilly" crew, load everbody up in a old Chrysler station wagon an' we set out to find Hazard, Kentucky an' the site of another "dried in" Jim Walter Home. Exterior finished, inside bare.

I ain't gonna go into details, but this was the worstest place I ever see in my life to build a house. On the side of a freak'n hill. The lumber is across the road on  the only flat spot for miles. We slept in the neighbor basement and were served a 4 course breakfast every morn'n at 7am. Some morn'ns we ate fresh dressed fried chicken.....biscuits an' gravy, pancakes, fried eggs, bacon by the pound....coffee by the gallon. The neighbor was the father of the guy the house was for.  Nice folks they were.

A month later back in Chesapeake, Ohio, crew paid off, there weren't no money left. And rent was due. I load up the "hillbilly" crew an' we set out to build another house....with the same results, no money left over. I ain't build no more Jim Walter homes.

I ain't used to get'n up at no 5:30 in the morn'n. Today is Sadie Mae's surgery day ya know....don't wanna be late. 

What the hell??? Last night both my feet was swoled up.
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4pm I jump in "that jeep", throws it in forward gear an' head on up to the vet clinic....pick up my Sadie Mae.  The nice young feller dressed in blue tells me she did fine. Like she had any choice all doped up crack cocaine, mushroom buttons, aphrodisiacs....stuff like that. "Leave the bandage on for 2 weeks an' keep a close eye for blood". That sounds logical....watch for blood. Then here come the doc. A good ol' country boy, cowboy boots, big belt buckle....stuff like that. He says, Sadie Mae done fine. Where have I heard that before? "Take the bandage off in three days an' keep a close eye for blood". Come back in two weeks to remove stitches. They give me another bottle of that antibiotic stuff an' I'm on my way. Well shoot, I had to pay $247 fore the let me out the building. Sounded bout right to me. She also got all her shots....an' a pretty blue tag hang'n off her collar.

Now....bout them girls the doc is got work'n for him. Ya got one girl what only half says her words. I done tole her bout that crap two times. "Look here in my eye when ya talk.....I'm deeef". The other one got a big ol' wad of gum in her mouth, cain't understand a thing she say neither. I tried read'n lips, but she don't look at me in the eye neither. I says to her, "look at me when you talk, I can't understand a word you say". She get all pissed an' go get another nice lady I can understand. Me an' Sadie Mae is good to go.