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.
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