We made it. Safely.
People are strange... well, that IS true (ain't we all?) but, didn't mean to put it in here. People are NICE. Two very caring nieces texting, calling, concerned that I "RUN TO THE CELLAR". Bless them truly, but they both know I ain't ran since way before 47's 45, prolly even before Obamacare.
There's a text chain of Senior golfers I'm delightfully included in. It's normally reserved for "We tee off at 8am tomorrow" or, "Ernie has gout, he ain't playin'" or, "too cold", "too hot", that crap. But, yesterday, all the texts were "RUN FORREST! TORNADO ON THE GROUND IN LIBERTY! By William Jewell. 291 and 210"
Those of us that still had power were able to watch vein splittin' out Weather folks begging same ("Take cover now!) with their pretty blue, green, red, ORANGE... "ROTATION IN THAT ONE. SEE THAT HOOK?" Now I had cataract surgery long ago, but no, can't. I can barely see the ABC in the upper lefthand corner of the boob tube.
It's like anything in life. Ya watch. Ya observe. Ya fret, and I ain't talking about playing a guitar. Ya worry.
Layoff rumors. Drought. Bad enuff we ain't gots no hay, even if we did, there ain't nuttin' to warsh it down. Your Doctor told you WHAT? DAMN, I'm sorry. That's why I don't go. VICTOR! Eh, I'll be fine and dandy, right Dolly? I kinda enjoy hard candy, what with however many choppers I gots left in my jaw.
Hearing "I think I want a divorce", and of course the scientific proven "for every action there's an equal and opposite reaction" in this case, it's like Fred Sanford, backing up, clutching his heart.. "IS THIS THE BIG ONE?"
And........... we're back to Square one........ laying in bed. Trepid. Dare I/we pull the covers off our noggin' so we can see out the winder... borrow the speech from Freddie "Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide no escape from reality. Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see........"
As I peek, I just gotta know, did the tornado pick me up, twirl round and round, Odessa to Excelsior, Leavenworth to Atchison, Olathe to.......... OH NO, PLEASE DON'T DUMP ME IN LAWRENCE KANSAS.. I ain't a beggar, but I would!
Life is ALL ABOUT hic-em-ups, riding round and round that lazy river... smiles about.. then holy crap, WIND, RAIN, ROYALS LOSE, SNOW, ICE, BLIZZARDS, $4 GASOLINE, $7 EGGS (Hey, quit yer bitchin' there's plenty of TP in aisle 7.") DIVORCE. UNEMPLOYMENT OFFICES. the ROYALS LOSE, MAHOMES TEARS HIS ACL, MCL,CDL, LTL, LRC, what the L? ROYALS LOSE.
Can I peek out now? I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me, HE'S JUST A POOR BOY FROM A POOR FAMILY.
It's a cycle. But........ we peek out. It don't look to bad out.
Wait a minute, it's stopped hailing. Guys are swimming, guys are sailing. Playing baseball, gee that's better, Muddah, Faddah kindly disregard this blog.
Life comes full cycle. If you wait long enough, Nurse Ratched has three days off, the Wicked Witch of the East has splinters in her butt... Ernest T can't find no stones.. I've got an itchy itchy rash. Bryclreem a little dab'll doya, ...no wait, I mean Benadryl.
I'm not a fan of lime, but dayum, is there any better eatin' than coconut cracked open right from the tree?
I just peeked out the door. I live really close to the weather siren. Last night it got a long, long workout. I, and some 30,000 other Liberty residents heard it. We was tossin' and turnin', turnin' and tossin', tossin' and turnin' all night.
I see sunlight. I see the wunnerful 2002 Buick Century under the walnut tree. There ain't limb one on it. Ain't even no walnuts atop. Even though, "Houston, we gotta problem".. we only play them once more today, the Astros will prolly kick our booty again, sweep the Series".. .but hey... it looks pretty nice out.
IT'S STILL THE WEEKEND! What are we gonna do this weekend Bernie?
Bernie? BERNIE? Oh sh*t.
I'm gonna have smiles, hope you do as well.
Love, Victurd
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