My son was traveling from Oklahoma to South Louisiana to meet me for the holidays. About 200 miles from his destination he phoned to say that his clutch had finally given up the ghost and he was stuck on the side of the road.
I am one lazy human being; I might as well confess that right off. It’s the reason I don’t do a lot of things that I want to do, like posting here daily, or starting that novel, or going back for my masters or filling the sugar bowl that just has a half a teaspoon left inside. I’m just too lazy.
I looked at a pack of beef jerkey yesterday. I mean looked, as in coveted. Now, I’m a medium fan of beef jerkey; good beef jerkey, that is. It’s almost fat-free and tastes pretty good. But yesterday was Friday, in Lent, and I’m practicing being a Catholic. I say practicing because after five decades I still ain’t got it completely right.
There’s one more ball this evening in Lafayette. Thank God, I’m not going. I went to three downtown parades today, and I’ve caught all the beads I need. In fact, probably more beads than one human being can possibly use in his lifetime. Well, mine at least. It was a mini-feast with the family. They rent a spot in a restaurant parking lot where an RV is set up […]