Boy howdy, I must admit, yesterdays heat did a number on me. All this time I were think'n I was "Mister Macho" ain't skeered of nuttin kind a guy. Well it ain't that way no more.
After I got Sadie Mae back to "da house" from the "hair butcher" woman, I start feel'n kind of bad. Ended up lay'n on the couch instead of go'n outside an' hav'n a rip snort'n time at the birthday party (grand niece). The couch was my home for the rest of the day.
I was completely surprised that I didn't get those damn leg cramps last night. In fack, I sleeped till 9:30 this morn'n. WooooEeeee, that was a full 9 hour sleep without onest get'n up. That don't happen very often at Billy Bob's house.
Ya see, I got me one them sleep number mattress thingys. I can put in or take out air for a hard or a soft nights sleep. Yes, I like my sleep numbers. A few nights ago I was have me some terrible leg cramps....musta did something I weren't supposed to do. I let me out some air. I slept good for two nights in a row. I rekon this is my new number for a while.
'Member a while back I was all excitis bout mak'n a trip to Louisianna? Eat up some cajun food an' listen to cajun music. Well, I ain't plumb forgot bout that trip.....it's still fresh in my mind. It's just that I cain't keep myself excitis bout trips an' stuff no more. The old Billy Bob is chang'n. One day I'm jump'n up an' down like a little kid go'n on his first trip to Disney World....or something like that. The next day I says...."what the hell are you think'n"? It's get'n harder ever day for me to make decisions. Go'n on trips has done change into a freak'n chore.
Don't be get'n no ideas that I ain't enjoy'n life, 'cause I am. I may not be see'n all the "treasures" America has to offer, but I'm comfortable....physically. I got a Weber Q grill sit'n right outside my door bout 10 feet away. I got a air conditioned "that jeep" is sit'n out front "da house". Town ain't very far. I get free food onest in a while two or three time a week (don't have to slave over a hot stove). The golf course is only a couple mile away. Of course, I got free camp'n....plus electric. Only have that "damn goat" to contend with.
That took care of the physical comforts of home. But the mental comforts....no, I ain't got none to speak of. You know how the mind works, ya wanna go somewheres and have ya some fun. Like a trip to Louisianna....and beyond. It drains ya when ya cain't just up an' go 'cause of all the "physical" things what creeped into your life. Bad backs, old Arthur-i-tus, feet what don't work with shoes no more....stuff like that. Do ya know what it's like to not be able to wear shoes like everbody else? I rekon when they bury me, I'll be wear'n a pair of old wore out sandals. Sheesh!!! That sucks.
Ok.....I got things to do. "What ya gonna do Billy Bob"? Probly go over there to the stove an' make me a pancake. Yup, think that what I'm gonna do.
After I got Sadie Mae back to "da house" from the "hair butcher" woman, I start feel'n kind of bad. Ended up lay'n on the couch instead of go'n outside an' hav'n a rip snort'n time at the birthday party (grand niece). The couch was my home for the rest of the day.
I was completely surprised that I didn't get those damn leg cramps last night. In fack, I sleeped till 9:30 this morn'n. WooooEeeee, that was a full 9 hour sleep without onest get'n up. That don't happen very often at Billy Bob's house.
Ya see, I got me one them sleep number mattress thingys. I can put in or take out air for a hard or a soft nights sleep. Yes, I like my sleep numbers. A few nights ago I was have me some terrible leg cramps....musta did something I weren't supposed to do. I let me out some air. I slept good for two nights in a row. I rekon this is my new number for a while.
'Member a while back I was all excitis bout mak'n a trip to Louisianna? Eat up some cajun food an' listen to cajun music. Well, I ain't plumb forgot bout that trip.....it's still fresh in my mind. It's just that I cain't keep myself excitis bout trips an' stuff no more. The old Billy Bob is chang'n. One day I'm jump'n up an' down like a little kid go'n on his first trip to Disney World....or something like that. The next day I says...."what the hell are you think'n"? It's get'n harder ever day for me to make decisions. Go'n on trips has done change into a freak'n chore.
Don't be get'n no ideas that I ain't enjoy'n life, 'cause I am. I may not be see'n all the "treasures" America has to offer, but I'm comfortable....physically. I got a Weber Q grill sit'n right outside my door bout 10 feet away. I got a air conditioned "that jeep" is sit'n out front "da house". Town ain't very far. I get free food onest in a while two or three time a week (don't have to slave over a hot stove). The golf course is only a couple mile away. Of course, I got free camp'n....plus electric. Only have that "damn goat" to contend with.
That took care of the physical comforts of home. But the mental comforts....no, I ain't got none to speak of. You know how the mind works, ya wanna go somewheres and have ya some fun. Like a trip to Louisianna....and beyond. It drains ya when ya cain't just up an' go 'cause of all the "physical" things what creeped into your life. Bad backs, old Arthur-i-tus, feet what don't work with shoes no more....stuff like that. Do ya know what it's like to not be able to wear shoes like everbody else? I rekon when they bury me, I'll be wear'n a pair of old wore out sandals. Sheesh!!! That sucks.
Ok.....I got things to do. "What ya gonna do Billy Bob"? Probly go over there to the stove an' make me a pancake. Yup, think that what I'm gonna do.
It was 70 degrees at noon near grandson Gavins house. Come on Monday.
ReplyDeleteYep, can't wear regular shoes anymore. What I wouldn't give to go dancing in a slinky dress and high heel shoes!
ReplyDeleteSlinky dress??? I'm think'n when you was a teenager, a slinky dress was 4 inches below the knee wore over a fluffy slip. Yee gads, you make me think back to some wonderful times in our lives.
DeleteYou all talking about shoes, I wear crocks around the house and cowboy boots when I go out. The only time I wear shoes is when I go for my mile walk to get me some exercise.
ReplyDeleteI'm think'n ya missed the point Dizzy. Shoes are too confining, they hurt. I would think cowboy boots would be more confining than "shoes".
DeleteDid I ever tell ya bout the time....I bought me a brand spank'n new pair of cowboy boots. Wore 'em two times, throwed in the dumpster.
Had a neighbor in Deming weared cowboy boots. Walked better barefooted through "goat heads" than he did in them boots.
Billy Bob, the more you speak of your "decisions", the more I see my situation and decisions. Must be a symptom of our age; I see this with others my age. As for worrying about shoes and burial, don't. I learned long ago, undertakers don't put shoes on a corpse. Makes sense to me, what with the lower half of casket sealed down. Somehow, it doesn't make sense either why we dress our dead in "street" clothes! Guess so mourners can say "Oh, He looks so good, better than he ever did". Jeez and Holy Cow! I want a Green Burial or disposal as some native Americans did - let the vultures pick my bones clean.
ReplyDeleteDo ya rekon they gonna bury me barefooted, have a yard sale an' sell my sandals? Dad gum money hungry undertakers!
DeleteThere ya go got ur Weber, a couch and golf sticks. Just gotta have some get up and go somewheres.
ReplyDeleteEasier said than done George. This last year has took a toll on my travels.
DeleteSpeak'n of Weber, my grilled peanut butter and jelly sammichs sticked to the grate.
DeleteTreat that weber with used 50w motor oil and nothing will stick to it ever again.
DeleteYou know Billy Bob you got to get off your butt and head to a nice mountain lake where it's cool and fish your ass off for a couple of weeks and then head back to your home spot. If you don't do it now your be kicking yourself in the butt this time next year. Just go for it, remember there's VA clinics all over the place if you break down....
ReplyDeleteI had no idea you had a sleep number bed. Always see the commercials but wondered if it really worked.
ReplyDeleteI have no get up and go either but I need to go to Houston. This trip is a real burden.
They put shoes on my dad when he died. First time I hear that some funeral parlors do not.