Maybe I shouldn't be sit'n here writ'n this morn'n. Ya see, last night I had me a couple them backards leg cramps an' I hurt this morn'n. Hurt'n makes me all grouchy an' I write stupit stuff. Yeah I know, nobody wants to hear bout hurt'n, but when that's all ya got, that's what ya write bout.
Finding something interesting to write about when ya cain't do nuttin is a freak'n chore. Let's take for instant yesterday....it was a total flop. Only one chore was attempted....stow'n my books.
Ya see, I was gonna put all them western books in the new drawer under the refrig. I got bout 80 of 'em in there an' says...."they ain't gonna fit". In the bedroom I have a "BIG" drawer what is full of kitchen stuff what will never in a hunnert years be used again. I boxed 'em all up for the dumpster. Repairs were made to the "BIG" drawer to hold the extra weight. I start fill'n that sucker up with them western books....."they ain't gonna fit". Sheesh, I got way too many books. Kindle an' dumpster comes to mind.
Above that "BIG" drawer, is another "BIG" drawer. Full of Wrangler jeans. I yanks them jeans out an' stack 'em in the closet....right above the two "BIG" drawers. Ok, we are bout 4 hours down the road on this project, I got to get it done.....check this western book stowage project off'n the list. No, it ain't done as of this morn'n.
So there you have it, another excit'n Billy Bob day. An' them damn dishes are still sit'n in the sink. I see ants. Hunnerts of 'em.
An' attempt was made last night bout go'n "down the road a piece". That too was a complete failure. Ever time I would think bout golf courses, lakes, mountains, desert, an' TEXAS, my mind would go off on hospitals, doctors, wheelchairs, walkers an' "old folks homes".
The big '73' is com'n up this month. I ain't no young puppy no more. In fack, I don't feel like no dad gum young puppy neither. But I read somewheres, maybe it was Google, that even "old dogs" have fun too. "Fetch this ball Billy Bob". "Good boy"!!!
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Well I want you lookie here....I got them books stowed (bout 200 or so). Well most of 'em anyhows.
This is what was left....yet to be stowed somewhere. (bout 40 or 50)
Finding something interesting to write about when ya cain't do nuttin is a freak'n chore. Let's take for instant yesterday....it was a total flop. Only one chore was attempted....stow'n my books.
Ya see, I was gonna put all them western books in the new drawer under the refrig. I got bout 80 of 'em in there an' says...."they ain't gonna fit". In the bedroom I have a "BIG" drawer what is full of kitchen stuff what will never in a hunnert years be used again. I boxed 'em all up for the dumpster. Repairs were made to the "BIG" drawer to hold the extra weight. I start fill'n that sucker up with them western books....."they ain't gonna fit". Sheesh, I got way too many books. Kindle an' dumpster comes to mind.
Above that "BIG" drawer, is another "BIG" drawer. Full of Wrangler jeans. I yanks them jeans out an' stack 'em in the closet....right above the two "BIG" drawers. Ok, we are bout 4 hours down the road on this project, I got to get it done.....check this western book stowage project off'n the list. No, it ain't done as of this morn'n.
So there you have it, another excit'n Billy Bob day. An' them damn dishes are still sit'n in the sink. I see ants. Hunnerts of 'em.
An' attempt was made last night bout go'n "down the road a piece". That too was a complete failure. Ever time I would think bout golf courses, lakes, mountains, desert, an' TEXAS, my mind would go off on hospitals, doctors, wheelchairs, walkers an' "old folks homes".
The big '73' is com'n up this month. I ain't no young puppy no more. In fack, I don't feel like no dad gum young puppy neither. But I read somewheres, maybe it was Google, that even "old dogs" have fun too. "Fetch this ball Billy Bob". "Good boy"!!!
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Well I want you lookie here....I got them books stowed (bout 200 or so). Well most of 'em anyhows.
This is what was left....yet to be stowed somewhere. (bout 40 or 50)
73 is not old.
ReplyDeleteIn the year 1948, 73 was a ancient old fart.
DeleteInstead of dumping all that stuff in the dumpster, you should have gone to a flea market and sold it or you could stay at home and have a yard sell. The leftovers then go in the dumpsters. You wouldn't believe the junk people buy and call it treasure.
ReplyDeleteWhen I say dumpster Dizzy, it doesn't mean there is a dumpster sit'n in the yard. The "stuff" is destined to eventually go to the dump, but with all the kids an' grandkids, it goes to their house.
DeleteI used to use BB as my dumpster. He took everything and put it in Sally.
DeleteHa ha Barney, you sure got that right. Well part of it. Ya see, the old "pesky neighbor" Wayne now has possession of most of them items.
DeleteEvery time I see you "clean house" I say...."Dang, I wish I had that".
One thing about having a love affair with books is that it takes a lot of space! Thank goodness for my Kindle(s).
ReplyDeleteStill, I have a lot of books on shelves and in boxes!
We love our books too, but just recently I just bought a KOBO e reader, love it all the books gone to yard sales etc.. save lots weight in our coach, got all the free e books we need , and good ones too!
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry, but 73 is not old! My Mom is 87 and she still worries if she has canned enough food for the next year. Her brother is 89 and still goes out hunting for elk and mule deer every year as well as helping the neighbor with his cattle roundup every fall. Don't give me the excuse of smoking, as my mother smokes to this day.
ReplyDeleteLooking back, 73 isn't so bad. I'm facing 74 in 2 months!
ReplyDeleteThis has been erroneously attributed to George Carlin but it is still funny and I have only copied it in part.
Delete"Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions.
'How old are you?' 'I'm four and a half!' You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five!... 'How old are you?' 'I'm gonna be 16!' You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16!... BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60. You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70!"
Now Gypsy has added FACING 74 - not only facing it but "in two months". I get the impression that this is some dreadful thing that I too will be FACING in a couple of years and 7 months. I was actually looking forward to it rather than dreading it but perhaps I need to reconsider.
If you can look forward to 74 then that's the best way! Pretty funny, and so true. i can remember when getting my driver's license and then being able to vote (at 21) and legally drink alcohol were the milestones. I'm not sure there are any milestones between 21 and 65 when you are eligible for Medicare!
ReplyDelete73 is not old...mother got her second wind at 77. She was always hopping on a plane or a bus and had more of a social life than I did!
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