GOOD MORNING, FRIENDS

A REMEMBERAMBLE NOVEMBER 10, 2025

It is good to always start the week on a Monday, otherwise we get Tuesday and Wednesday all out of whack, then Thursday and Friday run off the rails, they get to fussing and fighting over who gets to be hump-day, they put a whuppin' on each other, get in an ole time cut'n scrape, and it just by-drab "ruirn" Christmas for everybody, and the voice of the turtle is no longer heard throughout the land. Or, something like that.

It is already the second week in November, go to the Family Dollar General Store and get your Christmas decorations and wrapping paper, because they will toss it all out two days before Thanksgiving, skip turkey day stuff, and have Valentine's Day things out. Oh, a reminder to any of you who are new to GF&FL, we do not allow pictures of snakes or homemade cranberry sauces using those disgusting big red berries!

We only allow church dinner lady's approved, genuine, no imitation, canned Cranberry Sauce, slid from the can intact, cold from the fridge, on a bone white saucer with the can-induced lines that show where to slice it. Homemade, Jello looking, big, bitter, berry home concoction, of un-American mess that originated in a Murmansk Soviet era nursing home where the regime sent old folks to be poisoned!

That was so the junta did not have to pay their red army four rubles and three pesos military pension for very long. Homemade cranberry sauce, my big ole butt. Oh, if any of you post what you had for Thanksgiving dinner, and it included giblet gravy, make sure you write it so we know you know the proper way to say it. It is g-i-b-l-e-t, GIBLET!! It is not, g-i-b-l-e-t, and it is pronounced GIBLET!! Y'all making me holler again!

I hope that somewhere, far, far, far away, over on the other side of Paramore Hill, between there and Halcyondale, a new member is talking to someone on the phone, discussing if they should call someone to come do a welfare check on me, because I am writing like a crazy man. I promise you, dear concerned reader, that I am a crazy man, and "they" already know it and they are okay with it.

Okay, let me ask you this, when did we dispense with the term, "cook out," and replace it with "grill somethin?" Folks once would say, y'all come over and we will have a cook out. Cookouts transitioned into grilling. Patios became decks. Bug killers became evening entertainment. And at the mention of bug killers, you suddenly realized that no one has them anymore, and you had not even thought of why.

That is why I am here, to elucidate, edumicate, and propagate the advancing, furthering, fertilizing, transplanting, and nurturing of arcane knowledge, before I forget what I started talking about. Oh, yeah, it was the why of the abandoning of bug zapper sessions with ya buddies, it is because of our dang phones. I bet right now, I just gave some computer geek and idea for a billion dollar app, a virtual, AI bug zapper app that plays all night, every night.

Yep, red necks sitting around on warm muggy nights, beer in one hand, phone in the other hand that has part-time scratching duty for the "boys," as they all sit in a semi-conscious circle, and ooh, ah, and get excited over the bug zapper app, and making running commentary like, "ooh, wheeee, that one was bigger'n your ole lady, and she's HUGE!" Hah, man that'un sounded like a rattlesnake fart!"

And, yes other brilliant commentary. But, it is environmentally advantageous to have them big Walmart bug zappers moldering away in the shed, and have a much smaller carbon footprint! And a real zapper can't rewind when you and your buddies are squealing to "back it up, BACK IT UP!!!" "Watch that there one again, that musta been one of them rhinoceros beetles!"

Okay, Matt Jolley, and Turtleman Chris, let's get busy starting a bidness selling looped videos of cane grinding and syrup boiling, a cane pole fisherman catching redeyes from a creek, pulling fodder, breaking corn, wringing chicken's necks and plucking them, hog killing, chitlin slinging, "going in an outhouse" and "using" corn cobs correctly," cuttin' pigs, etc., etc., etcetera.

No one need get doodie on their hands, or step in it, they can live the old ways vicariously and we can sell these for use with those virtual reality thingies, and you think watching your uncle tear up your den bowling with a Meta Quest, think of the entertainment of him with your your new set, wiping in a virtual outhouse with corn cobs. Sunday afternoons will never be the same at yo mama's house.

Okay buckaroos, it's time for me to snooze. We love y'all, and appreciate your faithfulness here.

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

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