9:14 a.m. - 2008-01-30
All dusty Texas trails lead to Abilene
Tonight I drive to the cowboy mecca of West Texas. Yes, that rough and tumble town of Abilene, the big sky country, redneck heaven. I think all males still have to have a can of snuff in one of the back pockets of their jeans and a little bullshit on their boots to avoid arrest on the city streets.
As it is, Abilene is the closest location for quality medical care for my dear Mother. She is having surgery tomorrow morning and my sister and I will be on hand to sign forms, smack around staff, eat crappy food in the cafeteria, and try to keep Mom's mood in good check. Mom is three months away from her 80th birthday and apparently bladders are not warrented for that many years so a little corrective surgery will be undertaken to improve her quality of life. Let's hope all goes well for her.
My sister also wants me to intervene with one of our cousins who my sister thinks it begining to look at Mom as a source of income and heirlooms. I'm not sure if this is the case or if my sister may be a bit paranoid.
For better or worse, I will be in Abilene for at least two days and then will be on the the homestead until Mom is on the mend. With luck, I will be back home for Super Bowl Sunday, spilling beer on my own floors and snacking on boiled shrimp.
For the record Tom Brady is still a worm and I am sending voodoo thoughts to cripple his right ankle so Manning the Younger can have a ring like his brother.
