More Mondays Missives

• Just finished mowing the yard the second time this year! Good grief.


• I did it in my underwear- there's one I can cross off my list.


• It wasn't that big of a deal really I was on a lawn tractor and wearing a shirt- it wasn't like I was wearing whitey tighties a smile and nothing else while pushing an antique reel mower.


• Don't know why I did that- seemed like a good idea at the time. I think my inner child is a 12 year old thug who plays too many video games, watches Jackass and dares me me to do dumb things.


• He may also sniff glue.


• The swallows have won the right to raise their young on my porch again by wearing me down and having their nest completed before I can tear it down. Need to put a web cam up there.


• If you can't beat 'em...


• Would like to band the young and see if they come back.

Fridays Dispatch - The Early Edition

If you have half a heart you'll save me from this tiny terror. Look at me- the indignity. Oh, the doganity!
(my translation) I lived in Labrador for a few years therefore, I'm quite fluent.

• Me and the baby slept out under the stars last night. It was nice until the wind kicked up to about 40 mph. He kicked me for the 50th time. The security light kicked on about 80 times. And the coyotes kicked in howling for about the 13th time.


• I'm beat. I drug both of us in about 4 or 5 AM. He didn't want to come.


• Mowed part of the yard yesterday. Felt very satisfying.


• Talk to me about it about mid July.


• Will have pics up soon but, caught a corn snake near the trash can. Very pretty- she just shed.


• How do I know it was a girl? Something in the way she looked at me I guess.


• Turned it loose at the back where I let it get scruffy just for our friends of the woodland realm.


• Showed it to my daughter she said,"Eeew I hate spiders."


• Huh?
• There has recently been a guy killed by a train in Decatur. I hadn't spoke to him in a long time but, we go way back (went?). Every Saturday we played basketball at the old gym on Cliff? Street and every Sunday we played football on the DISD field. Flag or touch? Um, no- tackle. Injuries you ask? Let me see, a broken ankle, nose, collarbone and finger are all I remember guys receiving. Lacerations and scrapes never slowed us- we thought you wore shirts to have something to wipe the blood away from your face. I also remember there was a guy who had played some college ball and was then an assistant coach of some type. It sounds cool and it was to have him on your team but, he got carried away and tried to push us around and run the show- kind of taking the joy out of our simple pastime.
• Jimmy Johnson knocked that guy smooth out one afternoon.