GOOD MORNING, FRIENDS
- Wade Peebles
- 2 hours ago
- 4 min read
Happy hump day everyone. We are dead center of the week, later today. I thought I had to go to my cardiologist's office in Statesboro today but it is a telephone appointment. I like that, that is much easier than having to go there. It is only thirty-two miles from my house to Statesboro Cardiology's offices, but talking on the phone from the comfort of home is had to beat. I can sit on my couch "au naturel" and get examined. I mean, they done seen it all before, up close and personal. Yep just Skyping folks right and left "butt naked"...or is it, "buck nekkid?" Seriously though, you can be as modest as a spinster Methodist Sunday School teacher, but go into the hospital, let them run all manner of tests on you, stripping you naked as the day you were hatched, shaving this, and lifting that for a better image, and that is just for the custodian and his buddy the security guard to take pics with their phones...nah, just kidding, but really after only a couple of days of such examinations, testing, scans, imaging, shaving, etc., you become immunized to shame or embarrassment. The first day you dreaded having to remove your shirt, a victim of lifelong modesty. By the third day, you strip off everything just to walk to the gift shop. Someone will quickly tell you that you are allowed to get dressed to visit the gift shop, and you just laugh, to humor them. You show them your credit card in your hand, and assure them you are just fine as you are.  | They say the best place to begin is at the beginning, so here goes, in the beginning, God created the Heavens and the earth. Nah, not that beginning, let's try starting on a warm night in a meager sharecropper's shack in 1932. Granny had an orphan biddy, and my mama asked if she could have it. She was almost five years of age. Granny gave it to her along with a an old tomato can for its lil ole house at night. The biddy liked its lil ole mater can of a home, but for some reason during the night the lil chick walked out of its can to stretch its legs I reckon, coincidental with grampa walking through the kitchen in the darkness to visit ye olde outhouse. Like ships that fail to pass in the night, more akin to the Titanic sailing directly into an iceberg, Gramps, "barefooted as a yard dawg," Stepped on the biddy, which sadly popped like a firecracker (I know, I know, it is a sad tale of whoa, and I wish it had a happy ending but in this fallen world, where the debble reigns freely, lil ole biddies get stepped on, but it was nigh on ninety years ago, so get over it) that combined with Grandpa cussing to beat the band, hopping on one foot as his other was all covered with biddy with a small beak embedded in his heel, to boot. Children cried, gramps cussed and danced, and Granny wiped the "biddieness" from between his toes with a wash rag...yep, sharecroppers did not own narry'a wash cloth...and eventually the excitement was over, and all returned to their slumber, as mama sniffled herself to sleep long after the others. The next day. Mama and her little sister, Mary buried the bidiness covered wash rag, you know, its earthly remains and the now "ruirnt" wash rag that held a goodly portion of it all. Mama's was a musical family, mama played banjo and little Aunt Mary played guitar, and they performed the only song they had practiced enough to be able to play and sing it together. It was that great ole tear-jerker made famous by Gene Autry, "That Silver-Haired Daddy of Mine." I swear to Bob, they fruneralizeded that bashed up biddy to that immortal tune. |
If you are wondering why the "out of order" sign is there, well AI's content policy does not allow them to make nude images even of cartoon character's butts. So I had to suggest something that we could literally cover my butt with, so I said to add an out of order sign. I thought it was hilarious. Oh yeah, I have tests tomorrow at the hospital in Swainsboro, on my legs, to see how bad the arteries are there. By the way, I still have Congestive Heart Failure and COPD, and those will be with me always now. Okay, lets move along to another topic, if you will. I will share the sad, sad story of a lil ole chickie-biddie whose life was snuffed out in the bright flowering of its youth.  |  Well, that's about all the remembering and rambling for today, I hope the sad, sad tale of whoa did not get you down, shoot, almost anything is funny ninety years on. If not, forgive me, I will do better on the morrow. Numbers 6: 24-26, KJV we boyz three, babee conway, lil merle, & me |