2:40 p.m. - 2008-02-04
H-T-G (Honest To God)
Mom's surgery went well. She was an outstanding patiant and is now resting at my sister's house.
In the previous post I joked that all males were required to have a snuff can in one pocket and bullshit on their boots in the town of Abilene. The joke was more fact than fiction. During one of the long days at the hospital I found a men's room down one of the angled halls that seemed to lead to all directions. As soon as I had planted myself in the stall the bathroom door opened and I hear jingling as a man walks to the urinal. I look under the stall wall and see boots WITH SPURS. Honest to God, SPURS. From my vantage point I was not able to discern if the requisite can of snuff was in his back pocket but my bet is that is was.
Mom stayed at the hospital one day longer than was planned so I was only able to spend one night at the homestead. After Mom and Sis went to bed I mixed a strong drink and laid in the back of the pickup on and old army blanket, looking at the stars and wondering what the hell life was all about. I saw two shooting stars. Never did figure out the meaning of life but I did decide that this is where I want to die. It's a beautiful place.
ps The voodoo worked. Tom Brady the worm is a looser!! HA
