Saturday and it’s raining.That is ok because I like the rain plus it’s not so cold today .I’m comfortable.Still got the electric heater running .It is a big help.I will just stay in bed.Another neat trick is taking the clamp on light that is on my bed and using it as a hand warmer.The 40 watt bulb doesn’t get all that hot but excellent for warming you quick.A nice hot steaming cup of coffee would hit the spot right now.What for breakfast that would be good that I’m not supposed to eat.Start out with 3 baked to perfection biscuits.6 strips of thick sliced bacon.2 eggs fried.Big bowl of grits with lots of butter,salt and pepper.Hash browns fried till they are golden.Big glass of ice cold OJ and more coffee.That should take care of it this morning.Really right now I would settle for the grits.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Simple man
Simple man.Like the song by Lynard Sknard.That’s what I like to think of myself as.Doesn’t take much to keep me happy.Reached a point in my life were I don’t care to impress folks.Take me as I am.Like me or not.I’m not easily impressed these days.What some are excited about I’m not.
Sleepless night
Can’t sleep.Might as well stay up till I can’t hold my eyes open.12:30 am.Saturday already.Don’t know what’s wrong with me tonight.Not sick or hurting but something is not right.Wish I had a big foam cup full of coffee.Lately I have been adding sweetener to my coffee.At times some cream.l always had my coffee black.I use to dislike McDonalds coffee cause it tasted burnt to me but now I think it’s a good cup of coffee.The heater is on in the bedroom.Bear the cat is laying in front of it.I keep getting rushes of sadness.Washing over me like the ocean waves.Might be something going on in my body.Maybe sugar is high but sticking me with those lancets hurts.Fingers do get sore.So not going to use the glucose meter.Bet that is what's going on because my mouth is dry as cotton and I’m so thirsty.I feel shaky also.Getting cooler to me.I’m not overly worried about anything.Concerned yes but worried no.I will put everything in Jesus’s hand and let him take care of it all.I do feel like a hypocrite at times.I don’t think at times I’m a very good person.No I haven’t murdered anyone or robbed a bank. It’s just I don’t act Christ like 100% of the time.That bothers me.Better being hot or cold the Bible said.Lukewarm he will spew you out.I think lukewarm describes me at times.Oh well.I know Jesus died for my sins and he rose from the dead.I was reading.At the last supper when it was over Jesus went out and fell to his face praying.He did not not want to die.But he had to for us and to wash away our sins.Often I picture Jesus in my mind and all he went through for people like me.At times I feel so unworthy of his love.I hear the sound of the train whistle.I like that so think I will try sleep and just listen to it and the humming of the heater.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Sad
One of those days.Song will hit me and sad I get.Just because by Ray Charles did it this time.I used to never be this way.Now I’m so emotional about some things.Bam out of nowhere I feel like crying.Male PMS maybe.Could be my sugar acting up it will make us men folk get emotional.At Momma’s funeral back in 2003 I was doing ok till.Till that one song was sung.Amazing Grace.Maybe why it hit me so hard was Momma loved that song.Even though she didn’t remember who I was or where she was she could still sing that song.I’m not ashamed of being emotional now.It is me.I will be ok.
Dead folks in my dreams
I dream.Sometimes a connection between what is dreamed and my life can be seen.Other times it’s completely off the wall and all I can say is hmm where that come from.The dreams I have mostly are of my dead family members.Every once in awhile a living person will show up with them and I ask myself why is so and so here because everyone else in the dream is dead.I don’t mind the dead visiting me in my dreams.They are family.Let me explain something.They talk to me but not with their mouths.It’s like telepathic communication.They talk I listen.Sometimes back at the old place there would be a room full of people in my dream.Nothing scary fact is it was very peaceful and nice seeing them again.Like a family reunion but everyone is dead.Maybe all this has to do with me being hit in the head with a brick as a young boy.I don’t know and really don’t worry about it.So I will never say to you see ya in my dreams.You would be dead.
Honest person
Little white lies.We have all done it.Sometimes it the easy way out rather than being honest.I want to stop it myself.Maybe instead of saying anything a smile instead of the little lie.Little lies can add up.I’m really trying to be more honest.Some things have changed in my old age some things remain the same but just for me my own benefit I’m going to try being a more honest person.And this no lie.
Smokey Joe’s, Jacobs and Pete the ice cream man
Not many reading this will know what those three are so I shall explain.
Smokey Joe’s was a hamburger joint located up the street from Grandma Smith’s house,so was Jacobs which was an old time grocery store.
Smokey’s place sit on the side of a steep hill and had stairs that would terrify me if I had to walk them today.He served only hamburgers.What I remember the most there was always a huge jar of dill pickles on the counter.Not the little ones but large pickles.
.Now comes in the Jacobs part of the story.Grandma was always sending one of us grand kids to the store for something.I can still see inside with my mind what the store look liked.Wooden floors and the employees all wore those long white aprons.Anyway Grandma would always say what ever change is left over is yours.Back in those days a penny would buy candy or a cookie.
Sometimes there would be enough change left over to walk next door to Smokey Joe’s and buy a hamburger and a big dill pickle.
Now for Pete the ice cream man.He would always be at shift changing time at Kex mill across the street in the summer time.If I was lucky I would walk down where the folks where waiting for shift change and my Uncle Eugene would buy me a Popsicle.A banana or coconut where the prize flavors.
Smith cousins do you remember this?
Bet you do.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Spirits in the house
This is an old house.Many people have lived and died here I imagine.A description of the house.It looks like a old time farm house.12 foot ceilings 8 foot high windows.One night I was in bed and awaken by someone calling my name.Someone said John one time.It sure sounded Like Momma.This has happened two other times in my life once when I was a small boy and an another time since I’ve been an adult.Momma always said never answer them and I don’t.Another night I woke to the sound of a woman singing what I would call a lullaby like a Mother would sing to a baby.Soon as I woke it stopped.Laying here in bed about 10 pm I heard someone praying. I thought someone in the next room was praying.They asked me if I was praying answering I said no,thought it was you I said.We both agreed it was like a chant maybe like Indians would chant.It was in a language not understood.Alone in the house with the sun shinning brightly I heard the backdoor open,sounds of footsteps and a woman calling someone named Clare.Walking right pass the room I was in but nothing seen.Around supper time I have noticed the smell of pipe tobacco.It was like some one had finished supper and now enjoying a smoke.At times in the kitchen people have heard old time baseball games on what must have been a radio.It was like maybe someone from the past was sitting at the table listening to a game.One night I was awaken by the feeling of something in the room with me.I could not see it but felt like it was something evil and it scared me.I started praying help me Jesus over and over.It left.Since that night nothing has been heard.So maybe what ever it was or who ever has found peace and moved on.
Cold day
A cold day in Alabama.The temp is some where between 16 and 23 degrees.All depends where you look.Really doesn’t make much difference cold is cold.I’m fairly comfortable just my typing hand feels froze.Yes I am a one hand one finger typist.I took typing in high school for three days.It was so boring so changed it to wood shop.Took me a whole year to build a gun rack.I think maybe sticking out typing would been the better choice.Sure would come in handy these days.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Quitting smoking
Have you made any New Year resolutions ? I don’t make them cause they are never kept.One thing I have done is quit smoking.5 years now.Cold turkey.Ran out of smokes one day and just gave it up.It was not easy but really not very hard.I can now smell a smoke from across the street.I never smelled them before I guess because I grew up in a house of smokers.I am not one of those hypocrites about it.I know a smoke and coffee have gotten me through some rough times in my life.So I better than anyone know the need for smoking.I will be honest every once in awhile I think how nice a smoke would be.A little Hav A Tampa cigar with a cup of McDonalds coffee,black please no sugar,but I will stick it out.
Foul up a good thing
New Years day classic meal.Here for supper there was blackeye peas,collards and cornbread.I not sure about it bringing good luck or anything but it sure taste good.I like collards and turnip greens.Raised on food like that.Got to have some cornbread with your vegetables that rounds it out.Some say I’m set in my ways,wont try anything new but I just know what I like and why foul up a good thing.