Where to go an' a broke mast

Oh boy, don't know if I can do this. Any time the old Billy Bob ain't got nuttin to say, something is wrong. I always got some kind of story to tell....spiced up a bit for flavor, but dad gum it, I ain't got a darned thing this morning...again.

Holy crap, it's freak'n winter. It were 36 degs last night an' 37 the night before. I base my temps on after the sun goes down 'cause the day time temps are absolutely perfect for what ever ya want to do. Right bout 3 a clock this morn'n I waked up pretty damn shiver'n cold. Went look'n on the floor for my blankie. There it were, lay'n in a pile at the foot of the bed. Gonna get me some velcro an' velcro that sucker to my chest. This keep up an' I gonna head for warmer temps further south.

Well I see I ain't the only one indecisive as "where to go". Did some more research yesterday. Odessa with it's 5 golf courses is out. Ft. Stockton with it's 5 RV parks is out. Sanderson ain't got nuttin, so that's out too. Where in Gods name is the old Billy Bob gonna go? I'm think'n I only got two choices left. 'Left turn, right turn, spit in hand' or 'Ink's Lake'. Kind of lean'n to the first choice.....end up in a damn snow storm somewheres in Montana or something like that.

Was plan'n on a golf ball swak'n day this afternoon, but looks like that may be out. I'm out of my essential medications. That means a trip to Walmart. And you know the old Billy Bob an' Walmart. At least two hours of roam'n the aisles. Bump'n into people, Grrrrr'n at others, a few choice words....I love shop'n at Walmart.

Had to fix my dad gum awning. Ya see, it were loose, didn't roll up like it was designed. "Ya got to tighten the springs Billy Bob". Have ya ever tighten a spring on a awning? Ain't no easy thing when ya ain't got no help. An' if'n ya don't know what you do'n, it's a dangerous operation. Most people would leave the task to a professional....and pay a hunnert dollar. Not Billy Bob, he tackle anything. It's fixed, roll up just like a brand spank'n new one. That dad gum Billy Bob fix anything!!!

My mast broke one time. That sucker stick up in the air 55 feet. A wooden mast, glued together with some kind of "fish" glue or something like that. It just come slap apart....pieces of Sitka spruce all over the place. I were expect'n all kind of damage to my boat and to the neighbors boats. Well, I want you lookie here....no holes in the deck....weren't no damage at all. Good liv'n ya know.

Sister ship S/V Westfalia

A work in progress....S/V Coyote, 41 foot Formosa Ketch.

 

JoJo the "Super Dog"....boy howdy I could tell ya some stories bout this dog. 

 

Shut down "this"

Ok, checked that out, what do I do now? I'm talk'n bout Lake Amistad. It's closed to the public an' will lock you up, maybe even shoot ya like they did in DC the other day, if you cross one of the recently purchased barricades. I don't know bout nobody else, but the public should not be punished for what government has done.
This is not politics, it's a rant from a pissed off American citizen.
I bet ya didn't know, but the government shut down the ocean in Florida. They really did, 1100 square miles of ocean. No boats, no fish'n. Can they do that???

So, it's back to square one. I'm having a problem with "where I gonna go". There's lots of State parks in Texas, but I'm gonna bet ya a dollar they all full up....ain't got no room for Billy Bob an' Sadie Mae. Some people don't have a problem with "hook'n up" an' go'n down the road a piece. This year, I wish I could do that. I keep think'n back to the trip of "turn left, turn right, flip a coin". That was the most terrible trip I ever take.

I ain't got a thing to talk bout today. I need to take a break....take a deep breath, relax....an' start over.
See ya on "da porch".

Family history an' Indians

Ha....stupit weather man. It didn't get cold last night like ya said it would (50 deg). For now, ya cain't beat this weather in "Indian territory" south New Mexico. Shoot, there was a Indian behind every mesquite bush, under big boulders, on top the mountains....they was everwhere. In 1910, or therebouts, Indians were still steal'n vegetables out my great gramma's garden an' butchering cattle on the Birchfield "KIL" ranches. Remember great grampa's horse "Snorter" I was tell'n ya bout not long ago? Silly Indian tried to steal Snorter. Knock that Indian slap on his buttocks.

On the south end of the Florida , pronounced Flo-ree-da, not like the State, was 4 more homesteaded Birchfield ranches, all part of the KIL ranch. My grandpa, great granpa and a great aunt Piepmeier homesteaded 4 connected quarter sections (480 acres) what they farmed...corn, vegetables an' stuff like that. After the Pancho raid on Columbus, March 9, 1916, 7 miles from the homesteads, most families temporary moved to Deming at the Birchfield mansion...fear of further raids. The homesteads are still there, in the same condition they were 100 years ago, minus the adobe houses of course. One adobe still stands what I believe to be the old San Juan ranch house. If not, I don't know who the hell lives there.

Ok, enough history for one day.

I been think'n since I don't know where to go, just head for Del Rio. I like it there, I'm comfortable boondock'n there, I catches up fish there.....so what the hell, why not? Well now, that could be a problem with the government shut down an' 800,000 federal employees sent home on paid vacation. Who gonna collect my $2 a day for a camp'n site an' who gonna mow my lawn, pick up my trash bags? Dang, I better do some research. I'm think'n ever thing gonna be OK before I leave Deming, but ya never know.

"What the hell you been eat'n Billy Bob, you fart too much"? Well ya see, I brew me up a pot of 15 bean soup a couple days ago....with a great big ol' ham hock in it. Boy howdy that some good eat'n. Last night, old "pesky neighbor" Wayne brings me a whole bag full of NM chilies. "Bet ya cain't eat just one". Holy crap, I eat up 3 of 'em....along with a big bowl them beans. That were some good eat'n. Then I start get'n belly rumbles....."Oh my god....fart!!!

Started pick'n up "stuff" yesterday....tools, extension cords, golf clubs, dirty dishes, a shirt the cats been sleep'n on....you know, camp'n stuff. I don't know how I do it, but I got half the RV spread out on "da porch". "Don't ya ever put stuff back when ya finish with it Billy Bob"? Well, not really, I may need it again. That's the way I live an' I ain't chang'n now. Period...end of story.

I don't know bout nobody else, but Washington needs a good ass whoop'n. All of 'em. We voted a bunch of idiots into office. If something don't work, ya fix it. Can ya here me now???  "That's all I got to say bout that"....Gump.

Ok, it's "da porch" time. I been sit'n here do'n nuttin...got stuff to do. Maybe straighten them bent golf'n clubs....clean 'em up a bit. Wash some golf balls for a round of golf ball swak'n in a couple days.

"Sally" is too big.....she's fat

Ya see, it's like this...."Sally" has gained weight an' cain't fit in a recliner no more. Her belly is plumb full....tools, pieces 2x4 sticks, man toys.....stuff I ain't used in a hunnert years.....I'm a freak'n junk man. Mostly bout once a year I make a dumpster run....put "Sally" on a diet. But every time we go to Walmart, she sneeks stuff in my shop'n cart what I don't want her to have. She get all fat again.

Get'n gasoline in "Sally's" belly is a chore. With "that jeep" tag'n along behind, we are right at bout 55 feets or so. I block plenty entrances fill'n this baby up. Some stations I can't get into no shape or form. Then there's the camp'n sites. What a hassle to back this big sum-a-gun into. It don't fit in some of the better State parks. Ya can't drive down some back woods country road for fear ya ain't gonna find a place big enough to turn around. My choice of camp'n sites are limited to "big rig" camp'n sites. And then, where the hell do I park "that jeep"?

For a couple year I been think'n bout downsiz'n to a small class "C" with enough horsepower to pull "that jeep" to hell an' gone. I'm think'n bout 27 to 30 feet...with a great big 500 horsepower motor. Go a hunnert mile a hour ya know. Well anyhows, it's just a thought I been roll'n round. Whether I ever do it....who knows. Probly not.

I spend another two hour look'n at that blamed map again this morn'n. What a freak'n waste of time that was. West Texas has no interesting places I want to go. Terlingua is out of the question. I done been there 3 or 5 times an' I didn't lose a thing there that I need to go back an' look for. Del Rio is on my list.....but. I'm think'n further east.....a nice lake an' maybe a couple or three golf courses. Inks Lake??? Where the hell is my golf course?

A few years ago I took a trip. No destination in mind....just go. Turn right, turn left....flip a coin. Swore I would never do that again. You wouldn't believe some the places I ended up. But...it's look'n like that may be what I do when I leave Deming. After I get through El Paso, the only exit out of New Mexico go'n east, I might just turn the wheel over to "Sally"  an' let her do the driv'n. Before anybody suggests another route out of New Mexico, them other routes all go north. And it's gonna snow to the north ya know. 

Yesterday the wind was blow'n like hell. My awning was flap'n in the breeze (bout 30 mile a hour). Weather guy says today the wind is gonna BLOW.....gusts to 40 plus. I put the awning in. What the hell, the damn thing don't go all the way. "Sheesh awning, you piss me off". Shit break'n an' not work'n right has got to leave the old Billy Bob alone. I could use a break here ya know.

Speak'n od stuff break'n an' not work'n right, "Sally da house" is 9 years old. Ain't much go wrong with her in that time. Little minor stuff what I could fix myself....nuttin major. Still look like brand spank'n new when I give her a bath, apply some makeup....stuff like that. I ain't got no complaints.

Bent golf clubs????....maybe not.

Ok, everbody take a seat, this ain't gonna take long.

I suck at golf. Ya see, I keep my golf'n clubs in "that jeep"....lay'n in the back ya know. The other day I piled some Walmart grocery bags on top of the golf bag. I'm think'n that that extra weight bended my clubs 'cause the damn things was hit'n crookit balls all over the place.

Oh wait, I got to tell ya this one. I was in Ga. visit'n family an' I tole my son Robert that ya gotta freeze yer golf'n balls overnight before a game. He put a dozen in the freezer....that bout how many balls he lose in a round. He rare back an' swak hell out that froze ball....sound like he hit a rock....go a hunnert yards. He weren't too pleased with the little trick I pull on him. When I tell him the best way to get "distance" out of a ball by put'n it in boil'n water, he didn't bite. But it do help, if'n ya believe it or not. I do it all the time.

Dad gum it, something in Washington stink. Democrats say one thing, republicans say another. Ain't get nowheres like that. Neither one willing to negotiate. Who do ya blame for the government shutdown? Well that depend on if'n you're a democrat or a republican. All I know is I'm pissed at our present representatives for let'n this crap happen. Sure am proud of our old war veterans though. Walk all over them taxpayer funded federal guards (what should a been layed off) at the Veterans Memorial....yeee haa veterans....you go! This shutdown seems to be directly pointed at the public as punishment. That what I'm think'n anyhows. Why the hell would you shut down a National Park an' then hire extra guards to keep America out?

I been wear'n the print slap off my Walmart road atlas. Where in gods name am I gonna go?

Comments!!!  I been lay'n off of mak'n comments. Ya see, some people don't understand my way of say'n stuff. They read stuff in my words what I don't really mean. Get it all slap ass backerds. I even got a email a while back that I cuss an' they ain't never gonna come back to Billy Bob's Place. Well ya see, cuss'n is a way of express'n yourself. It's necessary. Some blogs I cain't comment on 'cause ya gotta join some club or something....or they got that word thingy turn on. I don't do word thingys. Other blogs don't publish a comment until the next day....after they check it for spell'n an' stuff like that. I don't do that neither. My spell'n ain't never gonna pass no "spell checker".

I rekon Sadie Mae is get'n old just like I am. See been lay'n round "do'n nuttin". Won't even chase the dad gum cats no more. But let "balony man" step outside an' Sadie Mae take off like a bullet......yum yum eat 'em up treat time. Of course she come to life when it's golf cart ride'n time. But she don't run no more....just sit there in the seat an' tell old "pesky neighbor" Wayne, "go faster".

Ok, "da porch" time....go sip me up a cup an' do some think'n.   

A good Tuesday......

Oh boy....we got drama in the park. I ain't never gonna come back to Deming.....sheesh!
This time it's old "pesky neighbor" Wayne. Ya see, we got a neighbor lady that goes berserk if'n one of the dogs get in her yard. Even Sadie Mae. Anyhows, a bunch of us (3) was sit'n on "da porch". Noel has his little dog "Butch" on a leash 'cause Butch done got in trouble once for pee'n in that ladys yard. Wayne unclips Butches leash. Take a guess where Butch took off to? After Noel give Butch a good tongue lash'n, they went home. I lit into Wayne that he cain't do that kind of shit. Then he jump on me...."I can do anything I want". Anyhows, that's over an' done with. Wayne needs to listen to his elders....me.

Then he fired the clean'n lady. This turn into drama too. Wayne has got his self a attitude ya know.

Me an' Sadie Mae load up in "that jeep" an' head to town. Doctor appointment ya know. Nice lady throws me on the weight scale, I ain't gain not one freak'n pound in the last year. An' I been try'n my damnest to gain at least one. Then she check my vitals....or what ever ya call 'em. Everthing fine an' dandy. Then in walks Dr Fronkinsteen with a big grin on his face. I rekon he was think'n I had died in the last year. He check this an' that, ask a bunch of questions. Did one them electriccardiogram things with a hunnert wires hook up to me. I'm normal....what ever that mean. Listen to my lungs an' breath'n. He says...."good". I was expect'n him to put me on one them big ol' oxygen bottles to tote around with me. Then he asked me that dreaded question, "are you ready for a stress test"? I flat declined even though he say it's important. Got my year supply of drugs an' "I'm out of here". I tell him "see ya in a year"...that what I tell him anyhows. He don't know it yet, but I gonna get me a new Dr. Fronkinsteen in Corpus Christi.

Sadie Mae says, "let's go eat some delicious Mexican food". Taco Bell is right down the street. Hot damn, that was some good eat'n. I used to do service work for 7 Taco Bells ya know. That when I had a refrigeration service business in West Virginia back in '78 to '86. I fix everthing what break. Taco Bell employees are like Walmart employees, they break stuff.

Now we gotta go to Walmart. I walks out of there with 6 little bags. Holy crap, $62 an' some change. 

Ok, here's what I'm think'n...."how bout a round of golf ball swak'n"? It's a beautiful day, 80 degs, a slight breeze an' snow expected in a few days. NO, not in Deming, Colorado. They talk'n bout high winds before the weekend....need to go today.

"da porch" time. Sip'n up a cup an' BS'n with old "pesky".

Happy October

Ain't got a thing to post this morning. I rekon I could write a story of some kind, but most of my stories have already been posted. So today, I'll just wish everbody a "Happy October" an' be done with it.