A great deal of traffic this week on folks reflecting what the Christmas Season means to them. Heavy emphasis on “memories of past holidays” and how it all seems to stick with them, over the years, and never goes away. This is just that type of story, and at Christmas time in the Heartland.
A great many people inquired why I didn’t post anything yesterday and …. well …. okay, THREE people wanted to know why I did not post yesterday. The answer is simple, I went to a pre-interview appointment on the Soft Porn Fantasy-camp, and it appears, I might have a shot at an enrollment in September. (I had a doctor’s appointment and a pressing Co-Pay, that is the reality of it)
Something about summertime that stirs the imagination and invigorates the soul. Stealing off and skinny-dippin down at the Cimarron River, if mama ever knew, the lickin I would have received. Special days and times, now so precious to me.
Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter. Yellow jackets on the watermelon, honey-suckle in the air, Daddy turning on the sprinkler, letting us run thru it in our underwear. Falling asleep in my Grandpa’s lap, to the sound of his pocket watch ticking in his vest. Angel Food Cake on the counter and a silver fork in my hand.
Slow down for three minutes to read this. It is so worth it. Take a little time out of your busy week to just think about it. Touching words from the mouth of babes.
I open up my FakeBook account and there it is, “So and so, says you are not in Texas, you are in Oklahoma.” (Sanity Fix According to Mike Crouch, your still in Oklahoma and if the lake don’t rise will see you tomorrow…….) How in the ____ did they know that?
Do they have GPS strapped to the underbody of the beast, when I pulled into the Flyin Hooker to purchase copious amounts of ancient dead hydrocarbon based animals. Did they surreptitiously slither underneath my old hoopie and place a tracking doo-hickey (Okie Technical term) to follow me around the country.
By the way, “I do not personally know anyone that goes by that name,” that is kind of buggin me too.
Give me some R-E-S-P-E-C-T … American Idol and America’s Got Talent clearly do not hold rights to this girl. Sit back and enjoy something lite to make you smile.
Here you go! This is for all of you like George Barenbrock who always had their science project turned in on time. Back in the day, when we were kids, we used to take Mercury and smear it all over a penny, to make it look like a dime.
Then we would go to the store and attempt to purchase a candy bar with it. Try doing that today, I bought a candy bar over the weekend, and it was $1.39 plus tax. My money doesn’t even slow down when it gets to me.
As you age, change is inevitable and in my case, hard to adjust to. I guess, unlike the typical Okie, who lives in a fast-paced, experience-driven, multiple-option world, where choice and personal values pale beside the possibility of exposure to the latest, the biggest, the fastest, the most prestigious, and don’t forget ……. “the best” ……. or the most expensive.
One of my fondest memories in life are trips to the movies when I was a kid. Me and a buddy, would talk Dad into driving us downtown to go to the movies on Saturday. Always asked my Dad, cause if you asked Mom, she always had the “don’t you let no nasty old man touch you in the bathroom” lecture, and that kind of embarrassed me to no end. That one, and the “my first bra in High school and the other girls ….”
I really hated that one. Continue reading
There was a period in my life where I listened to nothing but Hank Jr., Waylon, Willie, Johnny, Merle, David Allan Cole, etc. All of those hard-living, dope smoking, living on the ragged edge mainliners of country music.
Then came social responsibility, a family, a house,
the car on the other side of the garage.