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Good news
Good news
First off I damned near didn’t do anything yesterday. Only what I had to do to fix a fence in the twilight of the evening.
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Now for the Good News. They’ve finally thrown Keith’s ass in the hospital. It’s surely about time. He hasn’t been able to keep anything down for near three weeks. He’s lost at least 38 pounds. Three weeks ago doctor told him he had a summer flu and gave him some antibiotics. A couple weeks ago he’s in ER, and they’ve told him he’s suffering food poisoning. Over the last three weeks he’s been back in ER where he’s had a cat-scan and a MRI. The results never passed along to either him or his doctor he’d had no idea what might have been found. This morning he was checked in to the hospital out patient clinic for a colonoscomy(s?). He was in such bad shape they admitted him into he hospital. Likely for some IV’s. It is about time!!!
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Went way out back checking on the ladies. Getting back, Frieda asks, “how they doing?“ They’re all being good girls and boys. The day was starting out fuller than I was about to expect. I knew I had to grind. Finishing that, it was close enough to dinner time for me. While I fed my face the ladies and their kin got out. Whoopee! Bro’ had called to tell me and I was sitting right here. The critters back where they belonged it wasn’t long and I was into shop time. The 4020 JD was about to get some long overdo attention. First cylinder sleeve package opened a cylinder to block “O” ring was broken. We had to go through all the packaged parts, seals and gaskets looking for damaged or missing goods. What a drag. However, I did manage to set five cylinder sleeves. Some 9/16” course thread bolts to hold the sleeves sure, we may roll the block over for the crank installation tomorrow. Haying’s on hold for continued rain forecasts.
Would you believe do to recent rains I’m about to get a second cutting clover off an already pastured field? I ain’t seen it all yet.
Other impotent items. Sheesh, I’ve assisted in the dispatch of eight raccoon over the last couple weeks. Of some healthier impotence I’ve made two-weeks/fourteen-days smoke free. I’m half way there to a two beer party. (drool) My limit (by Doc’s order). (sigh)
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From the forty’s memory lane
When the Veitareenie’s had to go to town they hired for the day a what I dreamed a rather pretty young lady to look after the corner store and gas pump in their absence. We rode the same school bus to town school days. A couple years ahead of me in high school I never thought to date her, but she was easy to look at just the same.
She was a constant draw to young teenage boys yet a year or two older than me who’d bicycle out the six miles from town just to see her. They didn’t peddle all the way out here for nothing but because she always wore an odd skirt slit high up each side and no underwear. Whenever they came out, usually on a Saturday, they’d approach the girl and ask her for something off the top shelf. The young beauty would climb the 8-foot ladder behind the counter, then stretch as far as she could reach to retrieve the merchandise. The bulging-eyed boys would ogle the bare-bottomed delight and leave with their purchase and a bulge in their pants.
The young girl getting tired of climbing the ladder for every boy who came into the store, she tried rearranging the stock by putting slow-moving items on the top shelf, to no avail. No matter what she put on the top shelf, that was the most popular item of the day!
While I was there one Saturday, she was waiting on two young boys and an old farmer who had stopped at the rural store for a couple weekly bottles of wine. The first boy asked for a loaf of raisin bread, which of course, was perched on the top shelf. She climbed the ladder, stretched upward, exposing herself in the process, plucked the bread from the shelf and descended the ladder. The second youngster wanted, of all things, a loaf of raisin bread. The girl again climbed the ladder and retrieved a second loaf.
Pausing before she descended and wanting to save herself another trip up and down the ladder, she turned to the elderly gent and asked, "Is yours raisin too?"
I heard him drawl out a response, "Naw, but it's a twitchin' a might!"
BGKC.
Fernan
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Good evening Fern :) I tell ya, animals are like that, you try to say a good word about them and they turn right around and make you a liar...lol. I have that happen too. I am glad to hear that Keith is going to get a good looking at now. Please let us know what is found out, when you find out. I am going below to read more of your goings on..I am always behind, but I promise to always catch up. :) Love, Kelly
7/22/08 5:38 PM