Grooving

Have you ever had one of those weeks where nothing special really happened, but really a lot of special things happened? I spent part of this week chauffeuring my son around. The old Mercury has been acting up, so he got me to take him to work and take him home every day. I had to get up before daylight and drive through the dark to pick him up. He'd usually make me wait a little while before we loaded up the car and blasted off to Bob's. By then, daylight made it possible to see.

The other day, I picked Scout up in Sugar Valley, and we headed on back to Resaca. The sky was blue, and everything was clear around us. We drove east past the river down highway 136 and turned right to cut across the backroads to Bob's house in Red Bud. Gordon county is a particularly beautiful place. There are farms along the way. It is hilly and pastoral. We ran into blankets of fog as far as the eye could see all the way to Bob's. I wonder if that is what the hills of Scotland look like in the morning.

Bob's driveway had hay strewn all over it. Scout explained it had fallen off as they brought hay to the farm. There was a huge stack of big round hay bales covered with a giant tarp. Scout pointed out a stack of rafters Bob had for his new barn. His other barn had burned down. That's why all the hay is under the tarp.

I usually pulled up close to the house and let Scout unload the car. Every day he carried a coat and a square pink Igloo cooler*, compliments of me, and his lunch. Scout doesn't usually eat out but he eats outside. They aren't usually close to any restaurants. They were putting up a fence in Murray county this week. Scout said he had fun putting a fence across a creek. I don't know if he was serious or not. He got his boots wet so that probably wasn't comfortable. 

This morning I dropped Scout off for work and headed back home. When I got to Resaca, instead of turning right to go home, I hung a left at highway 41 and drove the extra mile or so down the road, past the new Gordon County jail, to Hardee's for one of my favorite breakfasts. That's a treat.

Only, this time, I noticed they were awfully skimpy on the bacon and egg. It was mostly biscuit, and I sure didn't need that. I get plenty of starch daily, thank you very much. When I fork over money for food, I'd like to have some sustenance. Ya know what I mean? Anyway, I brought breakfast home for me and my baby. Baby, being the operative word.

Colt comes home on the weekend so 'momma' can do his laundry and give him a little tender loving care like nobody but momma can do. Ain't I right, ladies?

On a similar note I was talking to my cousin the other day and mentioned that I saw Scout with a roll of my paper towels under his arm as he was getting ready to leave. She said, "Yeah, isn't it nice when they come shopping like it's Walmart?" Yeah, really! Now the shoe is on the other foot, I understand what a nuisance I was when I was young.

Nothing much else happened except Donny's birthday was this week. Now we will be the same age for half a year. That always makes me smile a little.

In closing, all I can say is ...

AS ALWAYS

PIO

* I think the pink cooler adds a degree of  joie de vivre to the day.

Random Stuff

Colt finished out the semester and is back home for the summer. He earned 3 A's and a B. I thought that was great. It's good to have him home for the summer. We have plenty of things to do around here and he is a good worker.


Colt and Donny are a double threat in the backyard. Colt is cutting down unwanted bushes on the hill. Donny is using the weedeater to wreak havoc on the yard. They both bare watching. Donny's already decimated some tomato plants and shredded the bushes I've been rooting. I haven't got a clue what Colt it cutting down on the hill. It was so overgrown you couldn't tell the bushes from the weeds.


Scout and Kim and little Layla took a trip to Helen Georgia for their 5 year anniversary. They stayed in a supposedly haunted cabin last weekend. I think Kim heard something but Scout and Layla slept right through it.


I've got plenty of hosta lilies for sale I've been potting.


It's like early spring around here again. It's shocking to go from 90 degrees temperature to high's in the 60's. 


Daddy is having trouble with his heart again and is having a dye test. He had a stint put in less than three weeks ago. We hope they can perform the procedure in Dalton and he won't have to go to Chattanooga, again. UPDATE: Daddy had the dye test and the doctors couldn't find any clogs so he should be going home by now. Thanks for caring.


Momma and Daddy took a trip with the old car club last weekend. They went to Riceville Tennessee, I think.


The Battle of Resaca is this coming weekend May 20-22. I think I'll go this year and take some pictures. If you are interested in local history this should be interesting.


Now that the Rose of Sharon bushes and the dogwood trees have leaves on them the front yard looks like a hidden garden again.  


The 90 Mile Yard Sale on Highway 41 is June 3-5 this year. That guarantees gridlock on the highway. I don't even like traveling on the highway that day because cars will bow up in front of you to turn into a yard sale all weekend long. It is slow and dangerous, especially when you're rubbernecking like I tend to do. But I love the idea of revitalizing the highway again. It used to be the main route from Michigan to Florida. Everybody who is older ((cough, cough)) knows about traveling through the south on the way to Florida down Highway 41. 


I think it's neat to live on 41 highway and be in the heart of history. It may become part of the Trail of Tears. Wishful thinking, but I'll let you know if it does. They are expanding the Trail of Tears to include 14 holding camps in Georgia. It was also the route which gave us Sherman's March to the Sea, in which he and thousands more decimated the south and caused the evolution of the new south in which we live today. It is also where the carpet industry began thanks to the chenille industry making and selling Peacock bedspreads and Peacock chenille bath robes along Highway 41 throughout Georgia. The highway is like a river that runs by my house, taking travelers north as far as you like, or south where the  land meets the sea in south Florida. It is a fount of history and an economic boon for America that was the main route south until Interstate 75 was built,thanks to Eisenhower, in the '50's.


Dang! I need a flagpole to put my Confederate flag up this weekend. Now let me see where did I put that flag. Lordy! The weekend will soon be upon us. (Now don't I sound cultured? Eh??)


You have no idea what it is like this time of year. There is constant cat-rape going on at all hours of the day and night. There's not a blame thing we can do about it. I think makers of dog food and cat food should sell a dry food with birth control pills ground into it. I probably have 20 or more cats and most of them are female. During the spring the male cats go around humping the cats every chance they get. Most of the cats are half wild and won't let you touch them or play with them. The only time you can catch them is when it's feeding time and that is also ((DING! ding! ding!)) when the fights begin. Bitchy old pregnant or recent mothers are always trying to whip someone's ass. Have you ever noticed a lot of cats are like a bunch of women. The similarity is hilarious.

PIO