GOOD MORNING, FRIENDS

A Rememberamble for Monday, August 32, 2025, otherwise known as September 1, 2025 ..... I was having a little fun with the date, you know me, it is what I do! Well boys and girls, the Gathering and Story Revival is a mere two weeks away! I don't know about you, but I am getting excited. Let me know in the comments if you are planning to join us, please. We had a good weekend, the moderating temperatures are nice, and give a hint of fall coming along soon. Of course, this being Georgia, we might see summer and winter for a few days before fall arrives.

We live in a more temperate area that has seasons that do not strictly adhere to the calendar or any almanac. When I drove a truck over the road, I saw much of America where the seasons were much more carved into stone, ours are shaped in a Jello mold, I think. Seriously, much of this country is situated in colder climes where, when summer ends, the weather turns cool for about two days, then winter comes and has fun for about eight months. It reminds me of the old saw, "the coldest winter I ever spent was the summer I was in Chicago."

The same quote is said in reference to San Francisco, and other places. By the way, it is attributed to Mark Twain, but he never said it. It is okay, though there are things he did say, huhuhuh That reminds me that a couple of years ago perhaps, I posted a list of famous men in American history, who were ornery, cantankerous, and irascible, and included, Mark Twain, Henry Ford, Thomas Edison, and a few others. Some members were outraged about my post.

I guess they felt that no one should speak of those things, as if they were a group of minor gods. They aren't, they were men, like me and like you with "feet of clay." Getting back to the weekend, it was easy and peaceful, I probably did a few things, but I forget! I really was lazy this weekend, but I did go out several times to play with the boyz, and made that good video of the babee and me playing BIG BALL outside, with cameo quest appearances by the well known pup, lil Merle, who is, according to the Guinness Book of Records, the fastest dog in Garfield.

By the way, let me tell you a few things about these boyz here. Lil Merle can be sound asleep near where a large stockpile of stale nuclear weapons are to be put to the torch for the Fourth of July, and not wake up once. But, if he is in that bottom level of slumber when his mind is a complete blank...the babee was reading over my shoulder and got tickled, he said merle's head is aways a blank...I can reach over and touch babee Conway, and lil merle will wake up, jump up, and push up between me and the babee and bulldoze himself into head scratching, petting and "good boyeee-land."

Evidently, touching a dog is a very loud sound in the canine world, and other dogs can hear it at great distances. Okay, let me shift gears a bit. Which reminds me of truck driving, and an anecdote Mr. Edward Howard related to me many years ago, about an incident when he was driving his truck over the road. One morning decades ago, up in the northeastern states he arrived at the city he was to deliver his load to. He came in on a major highway, and as he exited, he could see the place not far distant where he was to deliver his cargo.

It had a huge sign on one of the buildings, and Mr. Edward was glad that it should be an easy delivery. As he drove along looking for the entrance to the place, he could not find it. He could still see it in the distance taunting him, but he could find no road that gave access to it. He made a long encirclement of it, and after a series of turns, was back where he started, near the exit ramp. To make things worse, they were repaving the street, just off of the exit, and a flagman was stopping traffic, and having them wait before traffic could proceed.

He completed the same loop once more, and was right back to sitting inline where the old man was flagging traffic for the paving crew. The morning was slipping away, and he was about to miss his unloading appointment time. He was getting fractious just a bit. After a few more loops around the place, he decided to ask the old man flagger if he knew how to get into the place. So, as he and the traffic that was backed up were given the "go," he pulled up to the old guy, rolled down his window, and asked the old timer if he knew how to get to the place.

The old guy looked at the writing on Mr. Edward's truck door, (the truck was his, he was an owner operator, not with any trucking company) and said, "no, I can't help ya there because I am not from here either, but if you will pull over right up there and wait, you can follow one of y'alls trucks in there, these same company trucks have been coming by here, headed in there, all morning, so you can follow one of them." It was a funny story, but not right then. Truck drivers have a million tales to tell. If I remember it, I apologize for then lackluster tome here this morning, after all, it is a Monday.

Thank you for stopping by, and for being faithful here. Numbers 6: 24-26 KJV ..... we boyz three, babee conway, lil merle, & me