Looking at Ivey Mae he softly asks "Where did you say you were going?"
She quickly responds as her seductive green eyes twinkle by the candle's glow.
"To the Library. Who knew that would come in handy at my age."
Then with a roguish smile, all his own, he twangs
"But you have glitter on."
A LTTLE BIT OF IVEY
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
SALTY DOGS
As the boat picks up speed the salty wind whips at us from the open bow of the boat. This being the maiden cruise for all three mutts, excitement is high.
Ellie Mae is petrified with slight room for intrigue. Gracie Burns is thrilled. Her tail has not stopped wagging since we left the dock. Now the third dog is a recent rescue and she is really something.
Rooster is intense. Her sweet brown eyes stare out into the clear turquoise water and her nose twitches with each deep breath. She is confused and yet so obviously the smartest one, while her little paws pull through the air as if she is swimming.
She thinks it would be prudent to dog paddle, even though she knows she is not swimming. Rooey is so darned smart, she simply understands when you are surrounded by water, whatever the circumstances be, a little dog paddling is a good idea.
Ellie Mae is petrified with slight room for intrigue. Gracie Burns is thrilled. Her tail has not stopped wagging since we left the dock. Now the third dog is a recent rescue and she is really something.
Rooster is intense. Her sweet brown eyes stare out into the clear turquoise water and her nose twitches with each deep breath. She is confused and yet so obviously the smartest one, while her little paws pull through the air as if she is swimming.
She thinks it would be prudent to dog paddle, even though she knows she is not swimming. Rooey is so darned smart, she simply understands when you are surrounded by water, whatever the circumstances be, a little dog paddling is a good idea.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
THE BASTARD
After five moribund months I have come to the sorrowful realization that the bastard killed my brother in law and killed my sister.
I hope the bastard is enjoying his prison food. I'm sure it tastes better than a feeding tube coming out of his stomach, like her husband had for four and a half years before his heartbreaking life ended.
There is no sorry.
Bastard.
I hope the bastard is enjoying his prison food. I'm sure it tastes better than a feeding tube coming out of his stomach, like her husband had for four and a half years before his heartbreaking life ended.
There is no sorry.
Bastard.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
MAN TIME
His dark brow starts furrowing and I know the reason why.
" Oh don't worry Chase we won't stay the whole time. I don't care about your man time."
"Yea that's right I need my man time." he quickly spouts back.
And I am just as tart. "I need my man time too."
" Oh don't worry Chase we won't stay the whole time. I don't care about your man time."
"Yea that's right I need my man time." he quickly spouts back.
And I am just as tart. "I need my man time too."
Friday, August 12, 2011
A BALLOON DOESN'T HAVE ANY WRINKLES
Lucy Lou, Rosemary, Lorraine and I are hushed, very still and straining our ears to hear. Lying on our bellies at the top balcony we hear mother and dad but can't be seen.
They are not arguing per say but having a complete disagreement on something serious my mom wants to do. And dad is dead set against it. Every time he replies back to her all my sisters give me the fish eye because I start cracking up.
My mother wants plastic surgery.
She is a very young middle age and certainly does not need it. She wants it. She was reading about Joan Rivers in People magazine and is stuck in her head.
As they go back and forth my father's common outlook and balance make clear sense to me. Then he leaves the room with final words.
"Slim. You don't need a face lift. You're a good lookin woman. You just need to loose about a hundred pounds or so and you will be fine. You don't have any wrinkles."
Well, mom did it anyway. My aunt takes her and brings her home. The day after surgery dad returns from a business trip and is horrified to see mother bandaged up, sore and hurting.
After mother is asleep in their room dad takes us out for roasted prime rib. Lucy brings up the subject of the face-lift. Dad looks at her and says.
"That sure looks painful what she did to herself. Doesn't it? And it makes no sense what so ever. I don't want to hurt her feelins but for corns sake!
A balloon does not have any wrinkles!"
They are not arguing per say but having a complete disagreement on something serious my mom wants to do. And dad is dead set against it. Every time he replies back to her all my sisters give me the fish eye because I start cracking up.
My mother wants plastic surgery.
She is a very young middle age and certainly does not need it. She wants it. She was reading about Joan Rivers in People magazine and is stuck in her head.
As they go back and forth my father's common outlook and balance make clear sense to me. Then he leaves the room with final words.
"Slim. You don't need a face lift. You're a good lookin woman. You just need to loose about a hundred pounds or so and you will be fine. You don't have any wrinkles."
Well, mom did it anyway. My aunt takes her and brings her home. The day after surgery dad returns from a business trip and is horrified to see mother bandaged up, sore and hurting.
After mother is asleep in their room dad takes us out for roasted prime rib. Lucy brings up the subject of the face-lift. Dad looks at her and says.
"That sure looks painful what she did to herself. Doesn't it? And it makes no sense what so ever. I don't want to hurt her feelins but for corns sake!
A balloon does not have any wrinkles!"
AWKWARD
The air-conditioner roars on as he sleeps soundly next to the wall.
Watching the deep plum sky through the blinded window as the morning comes alive, I absorb the deep extent of the wreckage. What a long sad night.
He feels awkward. Like writing with my left hand.
Watching the deep plum sky through the blinded window as the morning comes alive, I absorb the deep extent of the wreckage. What a long sad night.
He feels awkward. Like writing with my left hand.
Monday, August 8, 2011
SEE YOU IN THE FUNNIES
We have Sunday supper with my dad's parents every week. At four o'clock we get dressed and pile into our nineteen sixty nine green Buick for the five mile drive.
I love going there. Grandmaw always has biscuits, Little Debbies and ice cold coca-cola in small glass bottles.
And each week, soon after we eat Grandpaw tells everybody good night. He is a big believer in early to bed early to rise.
This Sunday he gets up from his chair and slowly starts down the hall. "Good night ya'll. See you in the funnies." He tells us, then Grandmaw replies.
"Goodnight Grandpaw. See you in the mornin." Grandpaw turns in a huff trying to pretend he is aggravated. He winks at us kids and says "Grandmaw! Don't you dare threaten me!" And we all begin to laugh.
I love going there. Grandmaw always has biscuits, Little Debbies and ice cold coca-cola in small glass bottles.
And each week, soon after we eat Grandpaw tells everybody good night. He is a big believer in early to bed early to rise.
This Sunday he gets up from his chair and slowly starts down the hall. "Good night ya'll. See you in the funnies." He tells us, then Grandmaw replies.
"Goodnight Grandpaw. See you in the mornin." Grandpaw turns in a huff trying to pretend he is aggravated. He winks at us kids and says "Grandmaw! Don't you dare threaten me!" And we all begin to laugh.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
"HIDE THE KNIFES"
I love my room at the top of the stairs. But dang it! The stupid doorbell is so loud from here. Chiming bells pitch high and low, echoing off the steep vaulted ceiling. My parents dinner guests have arrived.
Looking down I see Rosemary going to answer the door.
Mom is headed to the kitchen and passes dad on his way outback to the barbecue. In his typical calm and sweet southern voice he says "Hide the knifes Slim. Hide the knifes."
Looking down I see Rosemary going to answer the door.
Mom is headed to the kitchen and passes dad on his way outback to the barbecue. In his typical calm and sweet southern voice he says "Hide the knifes Slim. Hide the knifes."
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
THE LINES
I didn't draw the lines. Yet I follow mostly all of them, maneuvering carefully and dutifully along the way.
Still I have trouble keeping between them when I park. Sometimes I'm way over too far. Other occasion I'm right on the line. More often than not I have to back up at least once. Oh well, I'm good at backing up and I know how to drive on the left hand side of the road.
I don't know what that'll come in handy for but it should come in handy for something.
Still I have trouble keeping between them when I park. Sometimes I'm way over too far. Other occasion I'm right on the line. More often than not I have to back up at least once. Oh well, I'm good at backing up and I know how to drive on the left hand side of the road.
I don't know what that'll come in handy for but it should come in handy for something.
Monday, August 1, 2011
THE MATURITY DEAL
"Grandma! Grandma! Grandma!" She calls me three times before I can even answer. "Yes sugar baby I'm comin. What's wrong?" I ask.
"This water ain't hot."
Walking over I put my finger in the tub and it's not cold but it sure isn't hot, barely warm. "What's the matter Grandma? Is it all out?"
After fifty seven years, two months, one week, one day and two hours, of being married, to the same man, I know why the water is tepid. "Hop out baby girl, wrap up and wait just a minute. Let me see if I can fix it." My granddaughter starts to dry off as I head for the laundry room.
Well, at least he is consistent right? Every time he thinks the water bill is too high he turns off the hot water tank. Relighting the gas pilot it ignites in a gust. Standing here looking at the blue and orange flame my instant reaction is to dump out the ice in his beer cooler.
But, nah, I'm almost seventy eight. Glad that maturity deal kicked in.
"This water ain't hot."
Walking over I put my finger in the tub and it's not cold but it sure isn't hot, barely warm. "What's the matter Grandma? Is it all out?"
After fifty seven years, two months, one week, one day and two hours, of being married, to the same man, I know why the water is tepid. "Hop out baby girl, wrap up and wait just a minute. Let me see if I can fix it." My granddaughter starts to dry off as I head for the laundry room.
Well, at least he is consistent right? Every time he thinks the water bill is too high he turns off the hot water tank. Relighting the gas pilot it ignites in a gust. Standing here looking at the blue and orange flame my instant reaction is to dump out the ice in his beer cooler.
But, nah, I'm almost seventy eight. Glad that maturity deal kicked in.
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