HARD TO KEEP UP WITH STUFF

We got the new license plate for the trailer.  It came with a rubber band around it and a piece of paper with a sticker showing the month and year it expired.  Great!  A couple of days later the license plate with the rubber band still around it was still laying on the end of the counter – no piece of paper, no sticker.  We looked all over for it.  Looked on both cars for the sticker in case we had put it on one of the cars.  No piece of paper, no sticker.  Went back to the tax office and explained situation.  They knew exactly how to take care of it (we weren’t the first ones).  She asked for 6.50 (I was afraid I would have to pay another 51.00) and got another piece of paper with a sticker.  But this time she pealed off the sticker and stuck it to the license plate before she handed it back to me.  Smart lady.

A few minutes ago I was cleaning off the table by Darling’s chair.  Picked up for trash a cookie bag, an advertisement for a cruise, an old calendar for the car club and the piece of paper with the sticker still attached.  Now why didn’t I look there when I was looking?  I haven’t gotten used to all this yet.  Every day is like a new day.

ADVENTURES

This is a picture of James in heat and sweat with a cold cloth on his head and a cold beer in his hand.

Jack came over to see James yesterday.  They sat around talking and Jack asked what was digging up my flower beds.  Of course I did not know, but whatever it was was really making a mess.  About an hour later Jack called me to come outside and see my new pet.  It was an armadillo – not full grown but not a baby.  He said he wished he had his gun; he would shoot it.

Jack came back today to get James to go running around with him.  He said he needed to check on some job sites and then they would have tamales for lunch.  They took the Camaro, top down and hotter than Hades.  They got back about 2:30, red faced and drenched in sweat.  They came back from putting the Camaro away and Jack called to me.  There are now three armadillos in the yard.  He had brought his gun with him but he forgot shotgun shells; did we have some?  We have not had guns or ammo since James got sick.  We were advised to get rid of all that kind of stuff which we did. But James does not know that; so he was looking all over the house for 12 gauge shells.  Jack went up to the store for shells and when he came back he and James were all over our yard and neighbor’s yard shooting at armadillos.  The next thing I knew Jack was gone.

It is always an adventure when Jack is around.  When James first got sick he came home and said Jack and his wife were going to Jefferson for the day and had invited us.  Great!  We went to their house early in the morning for the day trip.  It was much more complicated than that; there were about 10 people and the men were going on motorcycles and the women were going in the car.  I did not know until we passed the turnoffs to Jefferson that we were not going to Jefferson for a day.  We were going to Bossier City for the gambling for 3 days!  James and me with no clothes and certainly not enough money for gambling.  The rest of this story is here in one of the early blogs.

As I say, Jack is always an adventure.

FURNITIURE

A lot of my furniture looks pretty bad – okay – really bad.  The threadbareness you see is on the recliner sofa James sits on.  It is just the arm covers that come with the furniture so that if company is coming, I just take these off.  James sits and scratches on them.  Dr. Downs says it is a tremor.  He also scratches on my pillow sometimes and of course it is really loud with my ear on the pillow.  The recliner part of one of the sofas is held together with a pair of vice grips.  The vice grips are under the sofa so I thought they did not show but our son said “why do you have vice grips holding your sofa together”.  So why don’t I get new sofas or have these repaired and recovered?  Because I don’t know what is to come.  I keep hearing stories about incontinence and violence. 

Do I just go around looking for trouble?  My mother used to say I did.