GOOD MORNING, FRIENDS

A REMEMBERAMBLE OCTOBER 15, 2025

Good morning! My goodness, it is good to see ya, yessir, you are a sight for eyes. Last night, my nose started itching, and I told the boyz, that company was coming. The itching nose knows. Yep, and here y'all are. Did your family do that? In ours it was standard practice to reply to someone with an itching nose, "well, company's coming." I don't recall if I told y'all about what Dr. Brown, had to say at my office visit on Monday.

He put me on a water pill...which I need to get filled...I dread having to take a diuretic, as I feel as if I am peeing my life away now! I reckon that is why I keep "forgetting" to have the prescription filled. He scheduled me for a stress test I forgot the date, but I have it written down, and will do other testing and blood work. The same as the last time I had heart testing done a few years ago, Dr. Lariscy did the injectable stress test.

He did not want me to do the treadmill stress test, due to me being old, fat and a smoker. After he did a heap'o testing, he said that I had suffered at least two heart attacks. I know, if having a heart attack, I should not ignore it, and should seek medical care. But I am stubborn and have no desire to be admitted to a hospital. I recalled both occasions when I had those episodes, and I also remembered that neither of them killed me, as to the best of my recollection,

I do believe if I had died years before, I'd have 'membered it. I think I updated y'all on my eye surgery, with my right eye being "fixed," on December 3rd. I am looking forward to the cataract surgery, I want to be able to once more see well, as I had always had excellent vision. Well, that covers my current healthcare status. I have to tell you about my experience at the Twin City, Piggly Wiggly, yesterday.

I had to pick up a few things there, and as usual, I try to get all of my groceries in the area at the top where folks park their dirty-diaper laden progenies in the "buggy." I never did know who thought it a great idea to have a place for babies and toddlers with full diapers, to sit, and it also serving as a place for our food. But, I digress, back to the story about me being a great big, ole dumbutt.

I had my items in that spot, up top, so I did not have to bend over, at checkout. First I need to make a confession that may cause me to lose you as a member of this group, and they might toss me out of the deep south forever, but, here goes: I like maple syrup in my...lordy, lordy, it is hard to say this...grits. Yes, Maple syrup in my grits! Confession is good for the soul, so do with me what you will.

Okay, back to the Piggly Wiggly. I picked up a half-pint of Carey's Maple Syrup, and placed in on top of the groceries there, and danged if it didn't slide off, whiz between the thin metal bars that the buggies have, and committed Hari-Kari right there by the poultry section. It shattered, and glass and maple syrup was splattered everywhere.

I walked up to the front and told my old friend Angie who works there, that I had busted the maple syrup bottle. She said, not to worry, it happens in grocery stores all the time. She sent a couple of guys with mops and dust pans to clean it up. I was so embarrassed. I circled back around and got a replacement bottle of it and put it in a better spot where it wouldn't fall through. I got about three feet beyond where they were cleaning the floor.

The second bottle, nose-dived to its death adjacent to where its cousin's remains lay. I could not believe it, it was like the movie Groundhog Day! No one there, and yes I did have a small audience to see it all play out, could believe their eyes, once was bad, two was overkill. I walked the walk of shame back over to the syrup section, got another half-pint of Carey's slipped into my pocket for safekeeping.

But only after telling them that I was not shoplifting, and to remind me to take it out when they checked out my groceries. Angie said I did not have to pay for the two dead ones, but I insisted, and paid for all three bottles. Charles Wilcher's son was watchin it all unfold, and in years past, when Charles made good cane syrup, I would buy about half his output. I told him that I hadn't bought any from his daddy since we stopped hauling pulpwood to Collins Chip Mill where he worked.

It was this conversation that preceded it all. He was laughing and said, "yep, you should have bought cane syrup, and I really could not argue with him about that. We love y'all and glad you came by this morning. Thank you all.

..... NUMBERS 6:24-26 KJV

..... we boyz three, babee conway, lil merle, & me