I were just sit there wait'n. It was get'n late, he should have been here before now. My nerves are on edge, know'n how some Texans drive on our Interstates. A white pick up pulls up to the gate.....it's my son Robert.
It's too late to be run'n off to town or anything like that, so we sit outside and catch up. Nephew Joseph grills up some chicken fajitas. Supper is served and everbody retires to their appointed camp chairs for an evening of BS and lies.
"Pictures Billy Bob, where the hell are all the pictures"?
Bout midnight, Robert reclines on my bed, lowers the thermostat to "freeze" and goes to sleep. I spent a restless night on the couch fight'n goose bump critters. I ain't gonna lie to ya, it was freak'n cold in "da house".
Coffee was brewed at 7am and another couple hours are spent just look'n at each other, reminiscing old times and more BS and lies. Breakfast is served by nephew Joseph. What are we gonna do today? I want to show my son a good time with his daddy.
We got talk'n bout golf. Mention was made of the "one" (1) time, in all these years, that Robert beat his daddy, the old golf ball swak'n Billy Bob. Robert suggests we go swak some golf balls. "Where? The driving range"? "No daddy, let's go play a round of swak 'em up". Well DUH, why didn't I think of that. What better way to spend a few hours with your son than an afternoon at the golf course.
"Pictures Billy Bob, where the hell are all the pictures"?
Extreme caution was taken to avoid hitting trees, buildings, other players....that kind of stuff ya know. Futile attempts to stay out of water hazards. Yup, I swak 2 balls right in the middle that big ol' pond.
Then to round out a very successful father son day, let's go eat 'em up some Mexican food. Well what the hell???? They closed. Ok, let's go to the "greasy churn". They closed too. How bout I brew us up a big ol' steak, baked tater an' corn on the cob for supper? Fired up the Weber and had us some good eats. Steak grilled just like I like it, taters perfect and the corn juicy an' sweet. What better way to round out a father son day than slave over a hot grill for a love filled homebrew meal.
We said our goodbyes right bout 9pm....short as possible. Robert jump in that truck an' he is gone. "Ring Ring"....that's the telephone ya know. It's Robert tell'n my I got to buy some new golf clubs. Damn, he got my golf clubs in the back of that truck go'n to Atlanta. He's 20 mile down the road....got to come back. By 10pm, all is well.
Was a wonderful father son day.
Now today, I got to find a "dump station". My black water tank is plumb full. Think'n I may have to rent a rv space for one night. Only two choices in Sinton, an' I think they are both full up. Will let ya know tomorrow how this turns out.
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There is definitely something wrong with blogger today. Today's post is not showing up on other blogs.
Ah haaa.....may have fixed it. Had to republish.
It's too late to be run'n off to town or anything like that, so we sit outside and catch up. Nephew Joseph grills up some chicken fajitas. Supper is served and everbody retires to their appointed camp chairs for an evening of BS and lies.
"Pictures Billy Bob, where the hell are all the pictures"?
Bout midnight, Robert reclines on my bed, lowers the thermostat to "freeze" and goes to sleep. I spent a restless night on the couch fight'n goose bump critters. I ain't gonna lie to ya, it was freak'n cold in "da house".
Coffee was brewed at 7am and another couple hours are spent just look'n at each other, reminiscing old times and more BS and lies. Breakfast is served by nephew Joseph. What are we gonna do today? I want to show my son a good time with his daddy.
We got talk'n bout golf. Mention was made of the "one" (1) time, in all these years, that Robert beat his daddy, the old golf ball swak'n Billy Bob. Robert suggests we go swak some golf balls. "Where? The driving range"? "No daddy, let's go play a round of swak 'em up". Well DUH, why didn't I think of that. What better way to spend a few hours with your son than an afternoon at the golf course.
"Pictures Billy Bob, where the hell are all the pictures"?
Extreme caution was taken to avoid hitting trees, buildings, other players....that kind of stuff ya know. Futile attempts to stay out of water hazards. Yup, I swak 2 balls right in the middle that big ol' pond.
Then to round out a very successful father son day, let's go eat 'em up some Mexican food. Well what the hell???? They closed. Ok, let's go to the "greasy churn". They closed too. How bout I brew us up a big ol' steak, baked tater an' corn on the cob for supper? Fired up the Weber and had us some good eats. Steak grilled just like I like it, taters perfect and the corn juicy an' sweet. What better way to round out a father son day than slave over a hot grill for a love filled homebrew meal.
We said our goodbyes right bout 9pm....short as possible. Robert jump in that truck an' he is gone. "Ring Ring"....that's the telephone ya know. It's Robert tell'n my I got to buy some new golf clubs. Damn, he got my golf clubs in the back of that truck go'n to Atlanta. He's 20 mile down the road....got to come back. By 10pm, all is well.
Was a wonderful father son day.
Now today, I got to find a "dump station". My black water tank is plumb full. Think'n I may have to rent a rv space for one night. Only two choices in Sinton, an' I think they are both full up. Will let ya know tomorrow how this turns out.
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There is definitely something wrong with blogger today. Today's post is not showing up on other blogs.
Ah haaa.....may have fixed it. Had to republish.
Congratulations on a great day of having too much fun.
ReplyDeleteThanks Barney. Wish you could have tagged along....but you would have never make 18 holes. I was close to call'n it quits on the 15th.
DeleteYou are right. It would have been nice to meet your son but the heat is just too much for me.
DeleteSounds like a great time had by all. Quit mentioning those steaks! lololol...mouth waters every time,,,
ReplyDeleteThese steaks was straight from Walmart....unfrozen. Them juices was run'n out that steak....boy howdy....yum yum eat'em up.
DeleteYesterday was a great day. Enjoyed the company of my oldest son.
When are you going to take us fishing?
ReplyDeleteRub it in annon.....I sure do wish I was out there right now catch'n me up some big ol' fish. Soon I hope.
DeleteI guess you beat your son at golf, is that why he took your clubs with him (grin). A good day was had by both of you and wow, those steaks sounded gooooood.
ReplyDeletedaddy, had the best time sending all day with you. the golf game was grate , the food, the best steak ever. my trip home was safe and I was tired when I got to San Antonio. got me a shower and to bed, my room nice and cold. can't wait to do that again and hope it's soon. ok Daddy love you...
ReplyDeleteI am glad to hear that your son and you made the most of your day together. I am confused though...did he drive back with the clubs or not?
ReplyDeleteI too am having problems with blogger...wonder what changes they have dreamt up now?
Nothing like a great father/son day winding up with juicy steak and baked taters on your Weber.
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